Zeon leaned forward, eyes glinting with mischief, and said loudly.
"Your Excellency is willing to exchange a Holy Level Spiritual Technique for a stone slab of unknown origin. Could it be that you know the secret hidden in it? I will offer ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrows. How about sharing it with me?"
The entire treasure appraisal hall froze.
Even Iris's eyes widened slightly.
A cold, murderous chill rippled from her body.
"Boy… do you want to die?"
Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but the killing intent inside it was sharp enough to split mountains.
Zeon's bravado collapsed instantly.
"Haha—excuse me!"
He sat back down, though a thin layer of cold sweat had formed on his forehead. His heart hammered wildly in his chest, but the smile on his lips remained maddeningly bold.
Iris stared at him for a long moment.
She memorized his face.
After the treasure conference ended… this man would definitely die.
