From the Sword Box on Su Chen's back, a clear sword cry rang out.
The Dust-Washing Sword longed to be unsheathed.
But the opponent it wished to choose was not the small fry before them, but the figure in the Golden Robe.
"Come at me together."
"I'm taking those Tokens, and that's final!"
Su Chen stated.
The stall owners rebuked his arrogance.
The situation was about to explode.
But at that moment, the figure in the Golden Robe spoke.
"Haven't you noticed?"
"He hasn't drawn his sword once!"
"Perhaps."
"He's undergone Innate Life-taking seven times. He can kill a Foundation Establishment Seed—in other words, a Golden Robe of the Immortal Pavilion..."
"If I were you, I'd toss out the Tokens. Then, I'd see what he's selling and what his price is, to be worth making such a fuss."
"That's right."
"I want to see!"
HUM!
The moment the Golden Robe spoke, the scene froze.
"The Innate Realm, seven Life-takings!"
"Ah?!"
"Since you wish to see, then by all means, you first..."
