A sword that cost 5,000 spiritual rocks to be resold for 100,000 spiritual rocks.
Only a fool would do such a thing.
"Interesting." Changsun Su, an elite disciple of the Fenglin Sword Sect who was sitting in the front row, looked at Han Muye and whispered softly.
The people beside him had strange expressions.
A trace of excitement flashed across the pale Cao'e's eyes, but she still shook her head.
"Second Miss, the sword I refined can't be worth this price…" Behind Cao'e, a thin youth clenched his fists and whispered.
"I, I think of the Star Brilliance Stone as a Bright Moon Stone. This sword, I…"
The young man looked down, his face full of self-reproach.
After selling this sword for 5,000 spiritual rocks, the Cao Family made a loss of 5,000 spiritual rocks.
Cao'e turned around and said softly, "Cao Teng, Senior Brother Han is a genius. Perhaps he can really tell that the sword you refined is extraordinary."
