Gift To Leng Shuang

"If Madame doesn't like the sleeve, you can buy just the Soul Chasing Dagger alone, but the asking price for the Soul Chasing Dagger alone is two hundred thousand spar." The man said, while he looked at the expression on Feng Jiu's face. 

When Gray Wolf heard this, he exclaimed: "That's robbery! Two hundred thousand spar? For this broken dagger?"

"Hehe, this dagger is crafted by the Venerable Refining Master, not an ordinary dagger." The man said with a smile, still looking at Feng Jiu. He knew that the decision to buy the dagger lay with this person. 

"Keep hold of it first! Let's look at the other items."

Feng Jiu said, and continued to walk around inside. Her gaze moved from the weapons table to a neatly folded black item. She gestured and asked: "What is that?"