"Fatty, I want to exchange for this flame."
Ethan Smith hesitated for a moment, but he stepped forward to inquire.
He was currently broke, and the ore on him was something he picked up earlier at the Heavenly Sin Tomb.
But he had an idea; it depended on whether this fatty would accept it.
"I just put this flame out as a gimmick, if I sold it, the old man at home would probably scold me to death."
The fatty immediately waved his hand, thinking of the old man's methods, his belly fat twitched heavily a few times.
"Let me ask you, Fatty, aren't you here mainly to seek excitement? If the nine Guardians don't find something interesting to do, what's the point?"
Ethan Smith said with a smile.
"What idea do you have? Don't think you can fool me; I'm not easily tricked!"
The fatty's eyes lit up, like a cat that smelled something fishy.
