The market for longswords seemed decidedly better.
No sooner had I finished speaking, bidding began below.
"I'll take it for five thousand."
"Five thousand one."
The price climbed all the way to five thousand five hundred, then silence fell.
During the purchase, they were gauging the market price; even with fluctuations, they wouldn't let the price become absurdly high.
Wu Heng thought for a moment, then spoke up, "I'll offer five thousand six hundred."
No one else spoke.
The seller came over, brought out the twenty longswords, and Wu Heng paid the corresponding price.
Next.
The trading event continued.
One by one, individuals took to the stage.
Some sold elixirs they had crafted, others offered real estate from various locales.
It seemed anything could be sold, and there were also those who went onstage to buy.
The trading event lasted for over an hour.
As Wu Heng had an attendant bring him a cup of fruit tea, another figure took to the stage.
