They were more concerned with the value of this thing.
And to whom it should be sold...
Su Mo was at a loss for words for a moment; the way they spoke made it seem as if they had already gotten their hands on the Xinghai Relic Sand Iron.
He no longer paid any further attention and closed his eyes to meditate.
But as night fell, Baihu City became even livelier.
The entire city shone brightly with lights.
Around the city, numerous fire basins were lit, encircling and intertwining, as every household stepped out of their homes and dressed in special attire, dancing and moving about in the streets.
Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun were watching from the window, only to see that there were many people on the rooftops of the city, and the rooms near the windows were just like theirs, with windows open to a quiet watch.
Mellow singing rose up from within the entire city, now low and sonorous, now high and piercing.
