The Saint selected by the Ke Clan sure was well-off! He didn't even bother to ask for the price, but straight away offered five times the bid of anyone else. What if someone just randomly threw a price out there?
Of course, those circumstances weren't likely to occur. Who would dare to quote a price carelessly in front of Ke clansmen? That'd be like signing your own death warrant.
"Kid, I'm willing to trade half of my treasures for your iron armor!"
Sao Saint suddenly let out a strange squawk, presenting five storage rings before Yang Zhen.
Everyone's attention immediately shifted onto the crafty cat. No one would have expected that while others didn't dare to bid, the crafty cat did not care.
The Saint gave a cold snort, saying, "You can't even wear the iron armor, what do you want it for?"
The crafty cat rolled his eyes and sarcastically responded, "What I use it for is none of your business. Can't I just keep it at home and play with it?"