The merchant collapsed forward in a bow, sweating instantly.
"Forgive me, honored Sword Cultivator. I did not know you possessed such skill. The price is fair at a thousand mid grade stones. Please accept it."
Lin Mu nodded once, then passed the stones over without haggling further. A thousand mid grade immortal stones were meaningless to him.
The merchant scrambled to pack up the stone, nodding furiously and thanking him for his generosity while desperately avoiding further eye contact.
Lin Mu sheathed the sword and tucked it into his ring.
Little Shrubby hopped closer, narrowing his eyes. "Why did you buy that sword? It is very weak."
The twins poked their heads out, studying Lin Mu curiously. "It is dull. And not shiny."
Lin Mu merely stepped away from the stall and signaled for them to follow.
He did not answer their question.
Not yet.
Because the true significance of what he had found had not fully unraveled.
