Lin Tian ignored Han Ze's disdain.
Being looked down upon by an ignorant person from Longmen Continent, if he bothered with him, wouldn't he also become a small-minded person from Longmen Continent?
Hua Dongxu chuckled softly, "Haha, Mr. Lin Tian said that a treasured sword is given to a hero. It seems you truly like this box of silver needles. If I sold it to you, wouldn't it imply that you're not a hero?"
"I'm not a hero anyway, it was just a metaphor," Lin Tian replied, his thick-skinned demeanor making Han Ze continually curse inwardly.
"These silver needles aren't a treasured sword either. This box of silver needles is only given, not sold," Hua Dongxu said.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, showing interest, "How is it given?"
Hua Dongxu took a sip of tea, then put down the teacup and said leisurely, "Mr. Lin Tian, first, you have to prove that you deserve this box of silver needles."
