Wen Zhiyu grabbed the shop owner by the collar and hoisted him up, muscles in his arms bulging, his face suffused with a murderous aura:
"You deceived me!"
Wen Zhiyu was so angry he felt like he could breathe fire.
He knew that nine out of ten meteorite products on the market could be fakes, or even all of them.
He didn't care about authenticity!
All he wanted was a sword that was pleasing to his eye!
Even if it was just a decoration to take back, he could still show off to some brothers who knew even less than he did.
But!
Are you expecting me to show off with this piece of garbage?!
Won't I completely disgrace myself?!
"A sword as fragile as a crisped skin, breaking at a single touch, and you tell me this is a Dragon-Slaying Sword forged from celestial meteoric iron? Forget the sword, and slaying a dragon—this quality couldn't even knock out a snake!!"
The shop owner, both angry and anxious, broke into a sweat, his face even angrier than theirs:
"You're extorting us!"
