The man glanced at Ye Luo and couldn't help but smile, "Young man, are you looking to buy antiques? The swords here are treasured heirlooms passed down in our family, truly ancient antiques hundreds of years old."
The man gave Ye Luo a flattering smile and chattered on and on.
Ye Luo's eyes swept over these curious and odd items, and just then, Situ Luoyun walked over.
"You're not thinking of buying something again, are you? All this stuff is fake; there won't be anything good here. If you really want to buy, you should go to those high-end antique stores instead."
Without a word, Ye Luo picked up a green fragment carved with various mysterious and bizarre patterns from the stall and asked, "How much for this?"
"This..."
Looking at the fragment in Ye Luo's hand, the man blinked in surprise, not understanding why Ye Luo would want such a seemingly useless piece.
"Come on, how much?"
Ye Luo spoke indifferently.
"This... three hundred."
