Ethan Smith's hand tightly gripped the wrists of the two old men.
Their breaths collided in the dark, causing bursts of air to explode.
Hanley Poe glanced at Ethan Smith and said indifferently, "You have a point."
Ethan Smith released the two old men. The moment he let go, they exclaimed, "Kid, you have some strength."
Ethan Smith didn't respond. Instead, he turned to Hanley Poe and said, "Mr. Tenny, since you say my friend's things are all junk, what treasure are you willing to offer?"
Hanley Poe snorted, and with a wave of his hand, a Dharma Treasure appeared in his palm.
The treasure emitted an unusual light, almost too dazzling to see clearly.
After about ten seconds, the light began to fade, revealing its true form.
In Hanley Poe's palm, there was a dagger.
The dagger was engraved with dragon patterns, clearly the work of a master.
"The Divine Dragon Blade?" the man with the mustache seemed to recognize the treasure.
