Hanping Prefecture, West Market, Thousand Treasures Pavilion, Gambling Arms Shop.
Song Cheng extended his hand to touch each weapon, observing the fluctuations in their stats.
After feeling around, he picked one out.
Covered in rust, long and narrow, it was unclear what weapon it was.
But Song Cheng knew it was a blade.
Because only a blade could increase the upper limit of his strength.
He grabbed it and asked, "Boss, how much?"
The shopkeeper was a man with a languid aura, and at this moment, he glanced over and said, "Three Hundred Tael apiece, the price is firm."
Ling glanced at the piece of junk iron that seemed worthless even if given for free. She decided to play up her advantages as a tea-sipping sweetheart, trying to bargain on behalf of her master with a coquettish tone, "Elder, Three Hundred Tael is too expensive. Could it be a little cheaper?"
The shopkeeper said, "Oh? Are you going to pay some other price?"
