This time, Li Yichen and his companions were lucky enough to buy five first-class seats. Naturally, Mo Yurou sat beside Li Yichen.
After all, she was already his girlfriend in name. If sparks flew between them, sitting together would make holding hands and stealing kisses much easier.
It was Li Yichen's first time flying first class. Reclining on the comfortable sofa seat with a beauty like Mo Yurou beside him, he couldn't help thinking, Being rich is fucking great.
Just then, Mo Yurou seemed to remember something. With a flick of her wrist, the Bronze Lamp appeared in her hand, and she began examining it closely again.
"Is there something special about this oil lamp?" Li Yichen tilted his head and couldn't resist asking, "How did you know it was worth eighty thousand?"
"That's where you're clueless, isn't it?" Like someone showing off a treasure, Mo Yurou pointed to a mark beneath the lamp's handle. "Do you see this mark?"
"Huh? That's a mark? If you hadn't said anything, I would've thought it was corrosion." Li Yichen took it and looked closely. Sure enough, there was an inconspicuous green, sun-shaped pattern underneath.
"This is a mark unique to the ancient Brahmin seal." Mo Yurou rolled her eyes at him and continued, "They say marks like this have been lost for centuries. This mark alone is worth more than eighty thousand."
"Damn, this little mark is worth eighty thousand?" Li Yichen curled his lip disdainfully. "The patterns on my toes look pretty good too. How about I stamp a few for you, and you tell me what they're worth?"
"Oh, get lost. Who wants your stinky footprints?" Mo Yurou gave him a light smack, then continued, "Legend says anything bearing this mark has a terrifying demon god sealed inside. I wonder