Name Your Price

These dentures had no strange odor, only a faint herbal fragrance.

Babu Guanguan placed the dentures in his mouth.

With a soft click, they fitted seamlessly into his gums, as though they had grown there from the start.

Babu Guanguan froze.

He opened and closed his mouth, biting down a few times. His teeth made soft, even clicking sounds, with no discomfort whatsoever.

He then ran his tongue along the inside of the dentures. Their edges were smooth and rounded, neither rubbing against his gums nor sticking out anywhere.

Babu Guanguan kept opening and closing his mouth, as if getting used to the long-lost sensation of having support inside his mouth.

Lingering Wind and Fading Moon asked, "How is it? Does the size fit?"

"It fits... perfectly." Babu Guanguan's voice was much clearer than before, the ends of every word crisp and clean. "Just like my own teeth! You, how did you make dentures that fit me so well?"

"I made them according to your dental impression, so of course they're accurate."

"Dental impression?"

"That lump of white clay I had you bite down on at noon."

Babu Guanguan understood. So the white clay she had given him had been for making his dentures. At the time, he had even suspected that she was messing with him.

He scratched his head awkwardly. "Can these teeth... chew things? Crack nuts?"

Babu Guanguan had already been more than satisfied if these dentures were merely decorative, but he still held onto a trace of hope. Could he use them to bite things, even lightly?

Even soft bread would do.

"Of course."

These dentures had been polished from the teeth of that seventh-tier Rift Whale from last time. They were far sturdier than ordinary dentures.

Forget cracking nuts—if he bit down hard enough, he