"Ninth-grade spiritual sword, plenty of flaws, but it can fetch a good price. Just wonder which unlucky fellow it'll accompany to get stuck in some trial place, tsk."
Squeak—
The wooden door was pushed open, and the old blacksmith turned his head.
A young boy rushed in with urgency, carrying a large bundle, and shouted: "Old Li, bring out the tenth-grade spiritual sword, I've saved enough Spirit Crystals!"
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
When he heard his name here, Xu Xiaoshou's mind was slightly touched and couldn't help but smile.
Is this Hidden Bitter's past?
The river of time is truly fascinating, he continued to watch.
"The Windcloud Competition is approaching, all the good tenth-grade spiritual swords have been snatched up. What's left are old, recycled ones, mostly third or fourth-handed with slightly nicked edges, but still usable. Do you want one?"
"I want brand new, not second-hand, I've got plenty of Spirit Crystals!"
