Three-feet Edge, a Heaven Rank Sword Artifact, was just casually hung on the wall in a small wood carving shop.
"Shopkeeper, how much for this sword?" Zang Xiaojian's eyes shifted, and she asked aloud.
Xue Zhuyong picked up the wine pot, took a large sip, rolled his eyes, and disdainfully replied, "This is a wood carving shop, I only sell wood carvings, not swords."
"I can offer a lot of Spirit Stones, just name your price." Zang Xiaojian wasn't discouraged and continued to up the ante.
"Stop the nonsense, I said I'm not selling, and I won't sell no matter how many Spirit Stones you offer." Xue Zhuyong's tone became hostile and impatient, "If you really want it, try to take it from me; otherwise, forget about it."
Xue Zhuyong's response was blunt, but it was within Zang Xiaojian's expectations; her question was merely an attempt to probe Xue Zhuyong's intentions.
She naturally knew that a Heaven Rank Sword Artifact couldn't possibly be bought with just Spirit Stones.