Zhang Xiao'ou looked at Xiao Qiang's enthralled state and then pinched him hard at his waist. She joked, "What's so interesting about that old sword? Is it more attractive than this beauty here?"
Xiao Qiang smirked, "This old sword is worth more than a hundred of you."
Those insiders couldn't help but chuckle upon seeing Xiao Qiang's obsession.
A man, dressed in splendid traditional Chinese clothes, who obviously held a high status, started looking down on Xiao Qiang.
"Young man, your taste is terrible. The Green Peak sword is right here. Why are you interested in that junk sword? The Green Peak sword is superior in its steel quality, dust penetration level, and even in its age compared to that old sword."
"You could say that this Green Peak sword is a treasure, while that old sword is a piece of junk metal. Nobody would want such rubbish."
"You seem to be new in this field. Your queasy eyesight could make you overstep, kid."
Xiao Qiang couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
