"What're you doing?"
Zhang Ruochen grabbed the gourd tightly and shot a glare at the Crazy Alcoholic.
"Why're you so anxious? It's just a gourd. Do you really think I'll seize your gourd? Let me see the gourd, young man."
The Crazy Alcoholic stared at the gourd. And he couldn't have been more excited.
"It's just a gourd. Why are you so pushy?"
Zhang Ruochen wouldn't give it to him. There were some ancient characters sculpted on the gourd.
They were some characters from a long time ago. They were completely different from the characters of the present days.
Crazy alcoholic looked and said, "Can you even understand that? Let me tell you what they're talking about. Perhaps I can give you a thousand-patterns saint weapon for that gourd. Although that gourd is worth way less than a thousand-patterns saint weapon, I can let you have it since we're friends."