"There's no need for you to personally see me off; just tell me the location of the Black Market,"
An Jing would be returning to Embracing the Void realm after some time, so how could he let Iron Hand escort him into the city.
To this, Iron Hand was indifferent: "Suit yourself." He examined the Ink Jade Demonic Bone in his hands, unable to be more satisfied.
"I also need some Refined Metal," An Jing continued: "The higher the quality, the better."
"I have Refined Metal, this junkyard is full of it," Iron Hand understood, but then shook his head regretfully: "But as for the grade... I'm afraid it won't meet the standards your farm equipment and weapons require. I dare not sell it to you."
"Dare not?" An Jing raised his head in confusion, his tone questioning: "What do you mean by dare not?"
Noticing An Jing's confusion, the boss shook his head and raised his hand to point at the roof of the recycling shed: "See that, the newly repaired roof."
