C68 Ten Million Points.
Many in the crowd had their bids at the ready, only to choke them back at the sight before them.
Their gazes turned to the white-haired elder, filled with silent reproach.
Was it really becoming of an elder to vie with his own disciples over a weapon?
The elder, however, was unfazed by the crowd's opinion, his eyes fixed on the iron spear resting on Duan Xian's tray
