Zong Sanping immediately felt a pang of guilt and glanced around.
He knew that although none of the Great Elders of his sect were present, they were all very concerned about this battle.
It was possible that a Great Elder's Divine Thought and Spiritual Sense was nearby.
He looked sideways at Jian Cangfeng and asked in a low voice, "How did you know?"
He thought he had done this secretly.
"The owner of the Pingtian Treasure Ship, who is rich enough to ooze oil, is actually so strapped for cash that he needs to pawn a magic artifact. This in itself is a strange matter, and the news has already spread."
Jian Cangfeng shook his head, a look of helplessness on his round dough-like face: "You'd be better off selling the magic artifact than pawning it."
Zong Sanping thought he had no choice.
He had just been promoted to Third Grade, spending all of his savings accumulated over the years and was still in debt.
