Watching Zhou Fengzi's utterly shocked expression, Liu Zixuan laughed and said, "In your youth, they probably weren't worth much, right? A few million would be considered sky-high!"
"A few million? You're really undervaluing the Ghost Gate Needle!"
Zhou Fengzi grinned and held up three fingers: "Back then, just one Ghost Gate Needle sold for an astronomical thirty million. You know, thirty million in those days is worth more than three billion now!"
"Hiss!" Liu Zixuan's lips twitched a few times: "That's terrifying?"
"Just think, one Needle back then worth thirty million, what if all thirteen were gathered, how much would that be? And now, how much would it be?" Zhou Fengzi said begrudgingly, "If I had known it was the Ghost Gate Needle, I wouldn't have given it to you! How great it would have been if I kept it, I feel like I lost billions!"
