Soon, the musical piece ended, and the auction resumed.
"This staff was acquired from the Mo Mountain Tribe. It is said to have been the personal weapon of their Grand Elder. It's made from an unknown type of wood, and we've tested it. Even an ordinary Marrow Transformer Martial Artist using a Thousand-Forged Steel Blade can only leave a scratch on its surface; they cannot cut it in two."
The red-robed woman held a gnarled, twisted wooden staff that had largely retained its natural shape as she introduced it to the guests on the surrounding pleasure boats.
"Heh heh, that thing has failed to sell twice already," Chubby said. "Look at that shape. Who could possibly use it as a weapon? Besides, it's not like it's metal that you can melt down and reforge. It's just a piece of junk."
He had clearly been here more than once.
