Chen Ye didn't pay much attention to the neighboring couple of scoundrels.
After returning home and carefully wiping the small sword, ensuring no visible traces were left, he set off to the market again.
This time, Chen Ye didn't go to the Spirit Treasure Pavilion but found a vacant spot in the free trading area, laid out a clean piece of cloth, and placed the small sword on it.
Magical artifacts, especially good quality flying swords, are always in demand.
The small sword, with its restrained spiritual light and ancient design, quickly caught some eyes.
"This sword looks good. How many spirit stones are you asking for, fellow Daoist?" A lean man asked while weighing it in his hand.
"Twenty-seven spirit stones," Chen Ye quoted a price.
A first-tier middle-grade magical artifact typically goes for about thirty spirit stones; priced at twenty-seven for this well-preserved piece isn't high.
"Too expensive!" The lean man shook his head and left.
