"Is it enough to get me into the auction house?"
Bam!
A Fierce Stone nearly half a meter high fell to the ground with a thud!
As the sound reached him, the old man suddenly froze, his hand, which had been steadily holding the Three-Vortex Vortex Map, trembled violently.
Of course, it wasn't because he sensed something unusual.
He was simply startled.
He was too engrossed in the Dragon Wall Text pattern on the Vortex Map.
"Boy..."
The old man frowned, a bit impatient as he turned his head to look at Wen Ping, "What do you want to do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man was about to turn his head back to continue looking at the Three-Vortex Vortex Map in his hand.
But as soon as he turned back to continue looking at the Vortex Map, he froze again.
This time...
He was frightened again!
The old man's head seemed to bounce, suddenly turning over, with eyes staring blankly at the Fierce Stone beside Wen Ping.
