As Wang Ping spoke, he lightly pointed at the Puppet beside him wearing the Mask of Faces. The Puppet was immediately stored away in his Storage Bag. Then, he casually looked at Kai Yun, awaiting the price Kai Yun would offer.
Kai Yun swiftly rose until he was level with Wang Ping and the others. As a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet, he replied, "Vajra Temple lies in a bitterly cold land, and we cultivate Buddhist teachings in seclusion year-round. We truly have few useful secret arts to offer. However, we possess sixteen Seven Star Swords once used by Yuxiao. I wonder whether Fellow Daoist is interested."
Before Wang Ping could answer, Ao Hong said contemptuously, "You old monk really have no shame. The Seven Star Swords belonged to Thousand Wood Temple in the first place, yet you still have the nerve to trade them?"
Kai Yun smiled. "Fellow Ao Hong, that is not quite right. It is true that Yuxiao forged the Seven Star Swords, but we did not obtain them through trickery or plunder. Our disciples spent a great sum to purchase them while traveling through Central Province. How does that make them not ours?"
Wang Ping put on a thoughtful expression. Several breaths later, he smiled at Kai Yun. "Since they were left behind by Thousand Wood Temple's predecessors, they indeed hold great significance for disciples like us. They may serve as the item of exchange. Come to Thousand Wood Temple in three days to trade with me."
As he finished speaking, he cupped his hands toward Kai Yun. It was a dismissal.
Kai Yun did not shamelessly linger. After hearing this, he saluted Wang Ping, transformed into a streak of golden light, and vanished beyond the horizon.
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