LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
9.RICH STONE SPIRIT.
This foolish woman was swayed in a matter of seconds.
How could the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion stick their heads out for some nonsense guests?
In order to get the best out of their strength, in order to gain their protection, they could only achieve it through equal trading.
“Young Miss Long, I am the servant of the Tan clan, who is in charge of all matters related to her.
Please return the picture.” Tan Wen Yong's smile was replaced by a cold gaze.
Although his words sounded true, since when did the strength of a servant replace his master? How's he his servant?
Judging from things, the mistress of the Tan clan was unable to keep the maids under control.
Sighing, Long Kui was very reluctant to return the scroll, evident from his slow movements, “Honey, Mr. Tan Wen Yong. Your request is too high and I cannot fulfill it. But I am willing to guarantee the fame of our Covert Dragon Pavilion, that this grade-1 array will not surpass thirty thousand. ”
With the scroll in hand, Tan Wen Yong got up from his chair and leaned closer to Long Kui, leaving him flabbergasted.
Before he could say anything, he said, “Sorry, it seems like I was thinking too much about the young lady. You really don't understand. Does this place have another appraiser?”
“A-what, I don't understand?”
Long Kui's cheeks were red as his heart swelled in anger.
No item that passed through his hand did not receive a correct judgment. The fact he could point to a fake black jade, yet could not explain why, was his talent. It was because of this that he rose to become a top ranked appraiser.
In short, he is an expert!
However, it was this Tan Wen Yong who ridiculed his talent, denying his skill in judging. It was worse than any physical attack, an insult to his dignity.
“Master Tan Wen Yong, your eyes are not wrong, but it is best not to exceed the limit.” Long Kui showed a smile that surpassed anger. They could all hear his teeth.
But Tan Wen Yong just smiled, “Is there another appraiser here?”
Long Kui glared, “Alright, just wait here.”
And he's gone. Tan Yunchang was worried about the anger Long Kui showed, “Have we offended the Covert Dragon Pavilion?”
Tan Wen Yong shook his head with an unusual smile.
A while later, Long Kui appeared again with steady steps. But this time, an old man was by his side.
Tan Yunchang shouted in surprise and turned to Tan Wen Yong, “He is the supervisor of the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion in Windgaze City, the head appraiser, Godeye Long Jiu.”
“Ah, this is young lady of the Tan.” clan
Even from a hundred steps, Long Jiu's voice was clearly heard in their ears, “I met your father twenty years ago. He was full of courage at the time. I don't expect your clan to sell their treasures. ”
Tan Wen Yong's heart trembled as his brows furrowed.
The strength of this man exceeded that of Cai Rong, to the point that Tan Wen Yong could not see it. It was not because of his poor eyesight, or the fact that the old man was hiding his strength. The difference between them is too deep.
I've understood. So the Covert Dragon Pavilion has such an expert, thought Tan Wen Yong.
Soon, Long Jiu was supported by Long Kui and arrived in front of them. Tan Yunchang bending, “Kakek Jiu.” The others quickly followed, yet Tan Wen Yong just stood there.
Long Jiu assessed him with her only blurred eye, “Are you the servant of the Tan clan?”
“Ya!”
“Good. Anyone better than that old Sun.” Long Jiu glanced at them meaningfully, then sat down, “Heard you doubted little Kui's skills.”
“Ya.” Tan Wen Yong did not mince words, eliciting a snort from him and rolling his eyes.
“Ha-ha-ha, little Kui may be new to the business, but his eyes are right. He must have been more or less right with his judgment. But since you doubt it, this blind old man will see it.”
“Please.”
Tan Wen Yong offered the scroll. Long Jiu's smile disappeared as she looked at the contents, looking at him intently.
Only
“Uncle Jiu, don't you?” Long Kui grinned and shouted, “Array class 1, thirty thousand spirit stones.”
Long Jiu continued to stare at the picture and only after a while did he speak with a serious face, “I never thought the Tan clan would hide such a thing. Son, what do you think of 1.8 million spirit stones?”
Whahuh?
They were all agape, especially Long Kui. He had never dreamed that one day the superintendent of the Shrouded Dragon Pavilion, Long Jiu, would utter such an astronomical number…