On the carriage, Su Wen scrutinized the metal blade before turning to Zhao Jin with a smile, "Do you know that there are always some interesting people in this world? Although the quality of this sword is not good, the material is clearly made of Frost Iron. If something of this size is placed on the market, it would sell for at least ten thousand taels of silver, yet he sold it for half a bowl of noodles."
Zhao Jin smiled and said, "His brain isn't good. Probably had become silly from cultivation."
Su Wen shook his head and declined to comment. To each their own.
Soon, the young man once again appeared in front of the carriage. He was walking towards the direction of the city gates.
Zhao Jin chased after him while Su Wen stuck his head out and shouted out with a smile, "Brother, where are you going? It's so cold outside, why don't you get on the carriage?"
That person raised his head and glanced at Su Wen before turning away. "Not interested."