Shi Ran immediately laughed and said, "Since Xu Hao has taken out such a thing for a bet, our Shi Family can't lose face either! Moreover, comparing playing the qin with Xu Hao, this beginner, I still have more faith in your ability! Here, take this Third Grade Superior Magical Instrument as the wager! If we truly talk about value, our treasure is still above your talisman!"
As he spoke, Shi Ran took out a small golden bell from his bosom.
However, this small bell was very dilapidated, covered with small dents everywhere. Thankfully, there were no holes; otherwise, its value would have been considered ruined.
Xu Hao's eyes flashed with a keen light, and he said, "The big bell that used to hang in the Liu Zu Hall of Zhongzhou Temple? That was a large iron bell cast during the Ming Dynasty during the Wanli era, weighing over six hundred kilograms. I never expected it would be refined into a Magic Artifact... a treasure?"
