Zhao Xing threw out everything except the skeleton.
"Yes."
The Mechanical Cat immediately flew out.
Its eyes shone with light, scanning over the scene.
"Congratulations, Master, there is one Low Grade Origin Divine Weapon here, three top-grade Sun Taoist Soldiers, and ten thousand Platinum Rupees," reported the Mechanical Cat.
"The Low Grade Origin Divine Weapon is worth at least one trillion Red Star Coins."
"Three top-grade Sun Taoist Soldiers, ten thousand Platinum Rupees, we have a clear price here."
"Selling top-grade Sun Taoist Soldiers for a small trillion Red Star Coins is no problem."
"Ten thousand Platinum Rupees, worth 140 billion."
"The total value here might approach three trillion Red Star Coins," Zhao Xing thought.
"You're already very close to the five trillion mark."
"Add 1.5 of Du Yun's cut, with this haul, it's pretty close."
If it doesn't work, I'll ask Du Yun for a discount.
