Ghost Head Blade
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
A sword spirit couldn't be cultivated overnight. Although the Heavenly Dao could indeed arrange it, getting crispy noodle snacks in exchange was really a little… It had to be said that the Heavenly Dao had no right to refuse whatever Wang Ling used in a trade. Moreover, the Heavenly Dao couldn't give his own opinion! He couldn't say what he did or did not want!
This was the absolute rule of an equivalent trade.
The crucial point was that this young man didn't realize that the other party didn't want crispy noodle snacks at all…
Thus, when Wang Ling took out the entire box of baked gluten-flavored crispy noodle snacks which he had gotten custom-made, the golden three-inch man that was the embodiment of Heavenly Dao suddenly felt like crying but had no tears to shed.
He couldn't be any more sure that when he had first done a transaction with a young Wang Ling… it was his brain that had short-circuited!
This, was the consequence!