Poison blade nodded slightly. “But the price you marked is too high. Even a fresh horned dragon heart only requires 3 million essence, let alone a rotten and shriveled one.”
The old man chuckled. “Young man, you’re quite knowledgeable. My Price is just to bully outsiders. Then tell me what price you want.”
Poison Blade raised a finger. “One million essence.”
The old man immediately nodded. “Okay.”
He had no idea what to do with this rotten horned dragon heart. If he continued to let it rot, sooner or later, no one would want it even if he gave it away for free.
Now that the young man was willing to take over, he couldn’t wait to be happy.
Soon, Poison Blade got his hands on the Horned Dragon Heart.
The heart was yellowish brown and gave off a faint smell.
The old man did not ask poison blade what he wanted it for.
Since it had been sold, it was no longer his.
Poison Blade held the thing, his expression did not change, but his heart was somewhat happy.
