"Come, come, take a look, take a look, is the Taoist Master satisfied with these things?" Zhu Dexi said, pointing at the items on the ground. Me.
A huge mess of items was spread out before Li Huowang's eyes, most of which were rusty swords and knives, with some bottles and jars beside them.
"What's all this? They're all rusty, nothing but scrap metal." Gouwa squatted down and began to haggle.
"Don't mind the rust, they can still be used after a bit of grinding. If there were any truly divine weapons, they wouldn't have come my way, right?"
Li Huowang wasn't paying attention to the swords and knives; his focus was on the bottles and jars.
He squatted down, picked them up one by one to take a look, and found that there wasn't any writing on them.
"This Taoist Master really knows his stuff, spotting the good items right away."
No sooner had Zhu Dexi squatted beside him than he moved back a couple of steps from the bloody smell on Li Huowang's clothes.
