"Lao Wu, you really took a big loss this time!"
"The young man doesn't look very old, but he owns a Sumeru Ring, so he's clearly no ordinary person. He specifically purchased the damaged Martial Arts Stele, and it definitely wasn't without reason. It seems there indeed were undiscovered treasures at Lao Wu's stall."
"Lao Wu, haven't you always been shrewd? How come you didn't discover the treasure at your own stall?"
"People around were talking in a chaotic mix, some mocking, others with eyes red with envy."
"After all, rumors of extraordinary treasures appearing at the stalls had always been circulating."
"Damn it! I took a loss?"
"Hey, who am I, Lao Wu? When have I ever suffered a loss? If this kid doesn't cough up the treasure today, I'll make sure he leaves the market lying down!" The skinny Lao Wu glared fiercely at Jing Yan.
"I would like to see how you plan to make me leave the market lying down!" Jing Yan narrowed his eyes and sneered coldly.
