Such an ordinary dagger, he did not even consider it worth his attention.
Upon hearing this, the old man snorted coldly, remained silent, and sat down.
Ye Lingqing cleared his throat and spoke.
"How about this! I'll narrow down the range for everyone."
"I need treasures of heaven and earth!"
"And moreover, these treasures must be over a hundred years old!" Ye Ling said slowly.
Treasures of heaven and earth?
These words instantly came to mind for everyone present.
They were all crafty individuals seasoned by age, naturally familiar with the term.
"Young friend, I have a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma here!"
Suddenly, an old man sitting in the front row stood up.
"Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma?"
Upon hearing these words, everyone's expressions changed instantly, filled with astonishment.
"Indeed, a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma!"
The old man nodded emphatically.
Ye Ling blinked in surprise but soon smiled.
Ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma?