Wang Baole burst out into laughter when he heard what Jin Duoming had said. What he had asked for was an impossible thing. He hadn't really believed that Jin Duoming would give him an actual ninth-grade Dharmic Armament.
"Can't you be serious about this, Wang Baole? I'm very serious!" Jin Duoming sighed. He had made a grand entrance with his stronghold and his opening speech. Everything had pointed to his immense wealth. The atmosphere he had created, though, had been partially dispelled with Wang Baole's simple question.
