The Eighth Layer held Supreme Treasure. What on earth would the Ninth Layer hold?
Did someone like him really never get robbed?
For a moment, Meng Chuan looked at San Bao and thought he hardly resembled an honest merchant who knew and obeyed the law.
What honest merchant could earn that much?
"Fellow Daoist, don't look at me like that. You're sending a chill down my spine," San Bao said with a smile.
"There actually aren't many treasures on this floor."
That was true. The treasures on any floor below could be called endless, but those here numbered only in the hundreds.
For some reason, some treasures existed in physical form, while far more appeared only as phantoms.
Still, hundreds of treasures at the supreme level was outrageous, all right?
Meng Chuan even suspected San Bao was showing off his wealth on purpose.
San Bao continued, "More importantly, most of these treasures aren't mine."
Regret filled his voice. Clearly, he wished every treasure here belonged to him.
Meng Chuan caught on at once. "Consignment?"
San Bao nodded. "More or less."
"You've probably noticed that most of the treasures on the Eighth Layer are phantoms. Those belong to other fellow Daoists. They've merely left a wisp of their Dao Marks with me."
"Thanks to their trust, they've made this place a public platform."
"Take a look. If something catches your eye and it belongs to me, we can trade directly if the terms are right."
"If it isn't mine, I can contact its owner for you."
Meng Chuan understood. He had thought San Bao had amassed a fortune of hundreds of supreme treasures, but at this level, he was more of a broker.
Even so, San Bao was quite remarkable.
That so many Supreme Ones were willing to use him as