"Good, good, good!"
When Wei Donghai finally relented, excited cries immediately rose from the crowd. They swarmed around him, rubbing their palms together in eager anticipation.
"Let's make this clear first—just one touch!"
Wei Donghai reiterated.
"Sure, sure, no problem. Just one touch."
Everyone nodded hurriedly with smiling faces. For such a supreme treasure sword, getting this old fellow to allow them one touch was already quite good.
At last, beneath everyone's expectant gazes, Wei Donghai cautiously held out the longsword once more.
The moment he merely extended it, bringing it a little closer, everyone sensed the razor-sharp sword intent within it, as well as the Dao Rhyme it contained.
A fine sword.
An absolutely peerless divine sword!
Overwhelmed with excitement, everyone reached for the sword at the same time.
Just as they were about to examine it carefully.
In the next instant, Wei Donghai pulled the sword back.
"That's enough. You've seen enough."
Wei Donghai directly stored the sword in his Storage Ring.
"Ah, this..."
The faces of the previously excited crowd instantly darkened.
A few of them were better off, having at least brushed against it like a dragonfly skimming the water. But Fu Nantian and several others had not even touched it before Wei Donghai snatched it away.
Every one of them gritted their teeth, murderous looks hidden in their eyes, yet there was nothing they could do!
Not only that.
They still had to keep smiling.
Who told this fellow to have obtained such an incredible sword?
If they ever needed help from him in the future, they would still have to rely on him.
That was how it looked on the surface, but seeing Wei Donghai acting like a petty man drunk on success still made them furious!
After the brief interlude, everyone knew that