Hou Niao chuckled ruefully, "Turns out to be an obstinate rock, my eyesight really is..."
An old merchant who ran a shop in Shan City generally dared not to deceive a disciple of Quanzhen, as it could lead to serious trouble. Therefore, he needed to be clearer.
"The sword is destiny, and destiny does not necessarily lead to results. If you insist, Daoist, I must remind you that if you come back to return this in the future, the shop will only take it at half price."
Old Pang brought out the meteorite, which was not too heavy, about the size of a basin, and very irregular.
Hou Niao took out Lonely Sword, secretly channeled his Qi Gang, held the hilt in his right hand and pushed the blade with his left, grinding it back and forth on the meteorite several times. He had already made a clear decision in his heart.
"It shall be this one. Hopefully, I won't have to come back here to return it."
