"You really want to buy it?" Wang Dong looked at Huo Yuhao with puzzlement.
Huo Yuhao leaned into his ear and whispered, "Hurry up, once this chance is gone, it's gone for good. This isn't a Thousand-Year Whale Glue but a Ten-Thousand-Year one, that's why it's black. Go and pay quickly. Otherwise, if someone else discovers this, we'll miss our chance."
Shocked, Wang Dong, knowing well the tacit understanding between him and Huo Yuhao, did not ask further and immediately turned around to head to the counter on the west side to make the payment.
Indeed, the whale glue was just as Huo Yuhao had described: a Ten-Thousand-Year existence. But with his knowledge, it was impossible for him to have detected this—it was the Ice Emperor who had told him.
Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue was extremely rare in human history, no wonder none at the Treasure Pavilion recognized it.