"Stop looking at me like that. If there are no more questions, let's continue."
Lin Xiao really couldn't stand Poison Douluo's unwavering stare anymore.
He had almost thought Chrysanthemum Douluo had possessed him...
"Uh..."
"Boss, I'm sorry. That was rude of me."
Hearing this, Poison Douluo realized he had overstepped and felt rather embarrassed.
To ease his embarrassment, he picked up the Lucky Magic Hammer and smashed the third jar.
With a clang,
a long sword fell out.
Poison Douluo hurriedly retreated, dodging to one side.
Even so, he broke out in a cold sweat.
After all,
just a moment ago, the sword had missed his family jewels by a single centimeter.
He bent down, picked up the sword, and examined it himself.
"Remarkable."
"Look at the rust on this blade. It gives off an ancient, timeworn air."
"I reckon this isn't an ordinary sword. Am I right, Boss?"
Poison Douluo spoke excitedly.
He knew that all sorts of antiques fetched high prices among the nobility.
He figured that if he sold this sword to a great noble who enjoyed collecting, its price would exceed a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins.
"You're right. The sword in your hand certainly isn't an ordinary sword..." Lin Xiao nodded.
Because it was...
Item: [Rusty Samurai Sword] Grade: [Common] Type: [Tradable] Description: [Scrap metal. Nothing worth mentioning.] Effect: [None.]
"Not an ordinary sword?"
"I knew I was right."
Rather than being shocked, Poison Douluo was delighted. He eagerly asked, "Boss, is there a story behind this sword? Please tell me."
"A story? There's no story at all."
Lin Xiao shook his head, torn between irritation and amusement. "You've misunderstood. When I said it wasn't an ordinary sword, I didn't mean it was powerful or valuable. I meant it wasn't even as good