Hidden Sword Hermit shook his head: "Paying cash and delivering goods simultaneously isn't necessarily reliable. How about this: you give me the silver note, and I'll hand over the Xinghai Relic Sand Iron to you. What do you think?"
Although naturally not worthy of trust, the old man kept nodding:
"It should be so."
He walked forward while holding the silver, his gaze fixed on the silver note, his eyes filled with greed, no longer paying attention to anything else.
Along the way, the old man was extremely cautious.
As for the martial arts skills of the person in front of him, that's another matter, but his tactics are so numerous that they're hard to guard against.
The more he seemed to relax, without a trace of vigilance, the more it inevitably made one's heart hang in suspense...
Finally, he approached Hidden Sword Hermit and passed over the silver note he held. Hidden Sword Hermit reached out to take it.
But then he instinctively looked at the old man:
