"Shopkeeper Murong, please take a look at this first."
Ye Feng pulled out a hammer about three inches long. It seemed delicate but was radiating a spiritual light, clearly a lower-grade spiritual artifact. However, its surface was full of cracks, as it was taken from the underground treasury of the Tiger General.
Murong Zhi took the hammer with her handkerchief, scrutinized it for a moment, and then, in a gentle voice, she slowly said, "This is the lower-grade spiritual artifact 'Wulu Hammer.' The original price is one hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones, but it has been damaged. It must be repaired by an artifact refiner before it can be used again. The recovery price is fifty spirit stones."
Hearing it was only fifty spirit stones, Mo Ying shook her head, thinking the price was too low, not understanding why Ye Feng wanted to sell it.
"Esteemed guest, what do you think?" Murong Zhi asked.
