Dragon Gate Town.
Inside the main house of the Mo Family Courtyard.
"Fellow Daoist Mo?"
Zhou Chen waved a hand in front of Mo Chen's dazed eyes. "Are you all right?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine."
Mo Chen shook his head and frowned, looking outside the house.
Just a moment ago, a sudden, disquieting feeling had washed over him, as if he'd lost something incredibly important. An irrepressible panic began to spread.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
That was why his spirits had faltered for a moment.
Haaaaah...
He took a deep breath.
Mo Chen suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, retracted his gaze, and smiled at Zhou Chen:
"To be honest with you, Mr. Zhou, although I've been talking these Bronze Artifacts up to high heaven, they're most likely just modern reproductions. If you like them, just give me whatever you think is fair..."
His voice suddenly trailed off.
The sun, gradually setting in the west.
