Chen Yuan picked up the so-called secret martial arts manual, and to his surprise, there was even a barcode and a price tag on the back, with the price smudged with some correction fluid. However, the price was still visible—five yuan.
"You don't like it? It seems you know your stuff. How about this, then? This is a Magic Artifact that I acquired after much hardship. Just carry it with you, and living to a ripe old age won't be a problem at all," the old man said eloquently.
A young boy with a bald head was following the old man, looking about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a fair complexion and a slightly immature voice, he said to the old man:
"Grandfather, we can't sell this Magic Artifact; it's an heirloom passed down in our family."
