"Chu Yi," Wang Ran felt uneasy as the crowd grew more numerous, knowing that making a scene here was not advisable, yet he was also very curious as to why Chu Yi took such an interest in that broken sword.
"Young man, it's not that I won't sell it, it's that you can't afford it." The hook-nosed merchant said with a sarcastic tone, but his eyes were more cautious than mocking; he believed his judgment was correct, Chu Yi was definitely not a disciple from a major Sect, and as for the sword, he didn't really want to sell it—if it wasn't for his urgent need for Spirit Stones, he wouldn't be setting up a stall at the Immortal Market.
"Oh? Whatever price you set for this sword, I'll pay it, how does that sound?" Chu Yi spoke word by word because he believed, no matter how valuable the broken sword might be, he could afford it.
