Chapter 117
The Snake Spear had already rusted, masking its original appearance, but it felt extremely heavy to the touch.
"How much do you want for this weapon?"
"One hundred taels."
"Hmm?" Cheng Dalei was surprised by the low price.
The young man hesitated, "Ten taels of silver would do."
"Huh?"
"Just give me something for my trouble."
It seemed that this young man was not aware of the worth of this weapon and had called out a price of hundred taels, hoping for a stroke of luck. Seeing Cheng Dalei's reaction, he immediately lost his confidence.
Cheng Dalei was initially hesitant about the price of one hundred taels, uncertain whether the weapon was the one from the legends. But given the low cost, it was simply pocket change for him.
Cheng Dalei pulled out ten taels of loose silver and shoved it into the young man's hand, then picked up the Snake Spear from the ground.
