Miracle Hands Pawnshop.
Xu Bai had just put away the female thief's purse and arrived at his destination.
He stepped into the shop.
He walked around the screen and looked around. Then, his gaze landed on the high platform separated by a high iron fence inside. There was also an old man who seemed to be sleeping behind the high platform.
The corners of Xu Bai's mouth curled up. He walked over and knocked on the high platform with his right hand. "Knock, knock."
The old man sleeping behind the high platform did not even raise his head. He only extended his right hand. "Just bring it over as an object. If it's expensive calligraphy and painting, provide an invoice. We won't accept anything of unknown origin."
Good God.
If someone else had an invoice, who would come to pawn it?
Xu Bai raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice.
"What can the position of the sect master of the Miracle Hands Empty Sect be pawned for?"
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