章 1893: Slap on Face 8

The black iron transformed into a pool of liquid, leaving Zhao Dier dumbfounded. She hesitated to touch the liquid, unsure if she had been deceived. Frustrated, she called out, "Wuxing, come and pick it up!"

The auctioneer shook his head subtly.

Xuantie, the black iron, would rather remain as a liquid than be in Zhao Dier's hands. There was no need to force the issue.

The auction house operated with a human touch, even though it was an auction house. magical weapons and pills like the iron were different from mere objects; they possessed emotions and had the ability to choose their masters.

Fortunately for Zhao Dier, there was someone who could contend with her. Otherwise, it would be a great loss for the iron.

Sword One, intrigued by the liquid, approached and witnessed its magical properties. She had never encountered such a flexible weapon before.