"Come, come! Take a look, take a look! Daoist Master, are you satisfied with these things?" Zhu Dexi said, pointing at the items on the ground.
A messy pile of objects was scattered before Li Huowang. Most were rusty swords and blades, with some bottles and jars off to the side.
"What is all this? It's all rusted. Just a pile of junk metal," Gouwa squatted down and immediately began to haggle.
"Don't mind the rust! Give them a good sharpening, and they're still usable. If I had any real divine weapons, I wouldn't be the one selling them, would I? Am I right?"
Li Huowang paid no mind to the swords and blades; instead, his attention was focused on the bottles and jars.
He squatted down and picked them up one by one, discovering that there wasn't a single word written on them.
"This Daoist Master truly knows quality. He spotted the real treasures at a glance."
