Ye Xiao was a pretty smart man. He might be shocked for a while, but then he realized what it truly was. Only a few words from the fat shopkeeper and he knew how things went on. The Star Trace Iron might mean nothing to himself, but it truly was valuable, at least for the people in this market. It must be some wonderful material. Things were turned around, so he was now in a much higher position in this debate. He seemed to be calm and blank but was, in fact, arrogant like a lone wolf among some sheep. What a cunning person intoxicated by success!
As expected, that fat shopkeeper caved when Ye Xiao pretended this. The fat man shed more sweats on his forehead, and his clothes were soaked.
People around them all showed a complicated expression on the face. Everybody kept watching over, and some of them seemed to be gloating.
