A shard of the True One Armor-its value was difficult to quantify.
It was like an antique: to someone who knew its worth, it was priceless; to someone who did not, it was just another pot or pan.
Turning a True One Armor Shard, especially one this large, into something spendable would certainly require the seller to have sufficient power and standing, along with a great deal of time.
If Li Qinwu spent thirty or fifty years carefully building up the hype, he might even be able to trade the shard for an entire fleet!
Of course, there were risks. If Li Qinwu made too much of a spectacle, the High Lords might well decide he was a threat and have him dealt with.
As far as Li Qinwu was concerned, given his current standing and power, trading the True One Armor Shard for a warship with the firepower he urgently needed was already his best option.
He was simply curious: why had the Chapter Master of the Imperial Fists come to make the trade?
Those construction boys in the Imperial Fists were a rigid bunch. They lived by the principles of pragmatism.
In theory, a True One Armor Shard had no practical use. Whether the Imperial Fists would even give it a second glance was debatable, and they certainly should not have offered a Lunar-class Cruiser for it.
If some High Lord or Solar Lord wanted to collect a shard of the God-Emperor's True One Armor and sent him a warship in exchange, that would have made sense.
But the Imperial Fists? The odds were far too slim!
Li Qinwu took a Shuttle to the Lunar-class Cruiser with the captain. As he inspected the warship's condition, he pondered the question, but no matter how hard he thought, he could