The con artist's face instantly turned beet red, glaring daggers at Lin Fan.
"What's so funny? Are you trying to cause trouble?!"
"If you can't afford it, just get lost. Stop messing around here, scram, scram, scram!"
The con artist waved his hand like swatting away a fly, his face full of disdain.
Here he was selling his goods nicely, and out of nowhere came a spoilsport.
Lin Fan gave a cold smile, ignoring the con artist's taunts.
"Old man, let's go, this thing is fake."
However.
He didn't expect the old man seemed captivated, staring fixedly at the Xuanyuan Sword in the con artist's hand, his eyes unmoving, completely ignoring Lin Fan's words.
"Old man?"
Lin Fan hesitated, then softly called again.
But the old man remained motionless, listening intently to the con artist's blathering.
"This treasure of mine is hard to come by, nearly cost me my life."
"Back then, the situation was extremely dangerous. If I wasn't careful, you wouldn't see me today."
