The afterglow of the sunset casts over the bustling market, with people coming and going. Amidst the vibrant bazaar, at an inconspicuous stall, an elderly man with a white beard and hair had laid out a collection of ancient artifacts, numbering in the dozens—bells, cauldrons, swords, and even a sacrificial staff akin to withered wood.
These ancient artifacts all emitted a peculiar, mystical aura, catching the eyes of passing cultivators who stopped to have a look. Each of these ancient artifacts was extraordinary, with a rustic and timeworn presence, imbued with a wondrous fluctuation of spiritual power, clearly treasures that had undergone the baptism of centuries.
"Boss, where did you dig up these ancient artifacts, and how much are they!"
"These ancient artifacts must have been through millennia! Can they still be used?"
"Boss, how much is that Dragon Scale Sword, I want it!"
"Fellow Daoist, I saw this sword first, ..."
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