"Kid, we're not done yet." Li Heihu spat out harsh words and left with his people.
Shangguan Wan'er and Qiao Xue watched Li Heihu and his people leave and then came over.
"Lin Chen, you're too amazing! Haha, you didn't see Li Heihu's expression just now; it was just like a pig's liver," Shangguan Wan'er said with a laugh.
Qiao Xue also appraised Lin Chen: "It seems I underestimated you. I didn't expect you had hidden power."
Lin Chen smiled faintly: "Just a fluke."
Watching Lin Chen's smug face, the two of them rolled their eyes at him.
"Let's go too," said Qiao Xue.
Lin Chen nodded and was about to leave with the two when his gaze suddenly focused on a stall nearby.
At the stall sat an old man with a white beard, who had been watching the commotion with half-closed eyes.
From his stall, Lin Chen felt an ancient aura emanating.
Clearly, this was definitely no ordinary object.
Lin Chen went to the stall and his eyes quickly fixed on a rust-covered copper plate.
