The young man opened the box, revealing an ancient sword that was about a meter long.
This ancient sword looked very simple and unadorned. It had a sharp and reserved charm.
On the blade of the sword, there were two ancient words engraved, Zhan Lu!
When Ye Feng saw this sword, he was in a mess.
It seemed that he had a Zhan Lu at home too. Could it be that they were twins?
The young man looked at his father as if he was presenting a treasure. "Dad, this is the Zhanlu Sword that I bought. Hahaha, what do you think? Isn't your son awesome?"
"How much did it cost?" Lu Daoquan asked directly.
The young man's expression was unnatural. "Haha, why do you keep mentioning money? How tacky is that?"
Lu Daoquan stared at him. "Answer me, how much did you spend?"
The young man had no choice but to slowly extend five fingers.
Lu Daoquan's pupils constricted. "5 million Japanese dollars?"