"Sir, how much are you asking?" Xu Luo paid no mind to the crowd's reaction, his eyes fixed on the old man as he said, "I believe that if I don't buy these things from you, no one will. And if you keep them yourself, they're completely useless. Am I wrong?"
The old man was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Xu Luo and said, "You're not wrong. Don't tell me you know what they're for? Damn it all, these things didn't originally look like this. When I first got them, they were in pristine condition—silvery-white and shimmering with a brilliant light. I thought I'd found a priceless treasure. I took them back and tried every method I could think of, but no matter how I tried to refine them, I couldn't truly melt them down. In the end, I just managed to turn them into this ugly pile of junk..."
BOOM!
A wave of mocking laughter erupted from the crowd.
