Capítulo 116: I'll Sell This Sword For 100,000 Spiritual Rocks. Who Wants It?

Han Muye turned his head and saw a young man in a white robe with a green sword hanging from his waist. He had a faint smile on his face.

"So it's Young Master Changsun Su of the Fenglin Sword Sect."

The black-robed old man by the wooden platform smiled and cupped his hands at the young man who had spoken.

"Is Young Master Changsun also interested in this sword?"

Hearing the old man's words, the white-robed young man, Zhangsun Su, glanced at Han Muye and chuckled. "Master Sun Tu, don't provoke me. This sword is not a precious treasure."

As he spoke, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Brother, this old man's name is Shi Suntu. He's a rogue cultivator who roams the world to attract customers.

He's used to judging people.

Although this sword is a little made of tungsten, it's not really expensive."

Han Muye nodded and cupped his hands. "Thank you."

Changsun Su smiled and nodded, then turned around and went elsewhere.