"What does the sword seller look like?"

The man introduced himself: "I'm the owner of this store. If there's anything we haven't done right by you, just tell me and I'll apologize on their behalf!"

But I really remember it, there's nothing special about it...

"How is it? He's still bad, right?"

The clerk recalled, "Yes...it was a male immortal. He looked quite conspicuous. There were many people selling things like that. He must have been in disguise."

Jia Yang listened to the words of his two junior brothers and sisters, took a look at the sword, and said, "Take the sword back and report back first."

Jiayang looked at the man for a few times, his expression didn't change much, but a hint of impatience appeared in his eyes.

"It really is a fairy in the painting..."

The host gave a fake smile and responded repeatedly, "It's not on the way here yet. Please wait a moment, just a moment."

It was the boss who wanted to be tough. If someone came to cause trouble, I would beat them out no matter what. But they were disciples of the immortal officials in the Heavenly Palace.

"How arrogant... He's just unlucky. Why did he have to be found...?"

"...Yes, I do."

"When will those days end?"

"This male immortal is very cautious. I'm afraid he came unprepared. He must have come specifically to oppose your Heavenly Palace!"

A farce finally came to an end.

"Yes, I dare! Yes, I dare! Even if I gave you a hundred times the courage, you would still dare!" The owner begged for mercy and turned to wave at the clerk, "Wait! Wait, think about it, this sword seller doesn't have any characteristics."

Tang Qian kicked the clerk and he was kicked away and hit the door wall. I spat out a mouthful of blood.

The boss quickly took a healing pill and felt better.

The people from Lingxian Mansion definitely dare to deceive us.

I wanted to curse a little, but I was afraid that these immortals would hear me and come back to kill me, so I could only curse millions of times in my heart.