Trial
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen was not able to refuse them and summoned the sacred-blood phantom ant armor.
Yang Zikun was dumbstruck. He asked directly, "Brother, could you sell me this armor? I will trade the other sacred-blood beast soul in Sapphire Shelter for this one. One for one."
"It is just sacred-blood armor. Why do you want it so much?" Han Sen gazed at Yang Zikun in surprise.
Yang Zikun said quickly, "This armor is so beautiful that few women could resist its temptation…"
Realizing what he had said, Yang Zikun hastily changed the subject, "If you don't need it, you have to sell it to me."
Han Sen quickly took back the sacred-blood phantom ant armor and said with a wry smile, "I have already agreed to sell it to someone else if I were to sell this armor."
Although Yang Zikun was very interested in the armor, he did not insist after hearing Han Sen's words.
After Han Sen returned, he organized his beast souls.