Lin Guo'er watched the scene with curiosity. She had never encountered such a thing before and couldn't help but feel intrigued.
"If you're selling a sword, shouldn't you at least let us see it? And how much is it?" someone called out, their tone laced with mockery, clearly poking fun at the man.
The middle-aged man glanced at the speaker and replied indifferently, "The sword will be sold to one who is fated to have it. Ten million."
Hearing this price, most of the crowd was stunned into silence before erupting into laughter, their gazes mocking the middle-aged man on the ground. The young man who had first asked the price couldn't help but jeer, "Mister, are you trying to scam children? Ten million for a sword you won't even let anyone see? Are you trying to pull a fast one?"
