Meng Chuan was surprised, he weighed it in his hand.
"One million, just for this little ball?"
"Yes, if the whole thing were made from Purple Ridge Iron and nurtured over time, it would achieve True Martial status."
Zhenzhen continued:
"If you don't need it, sell it to me. It's quite rare on the market.
I'm planning to collect more Purple Ridge Iron to forge a shiny purple tiger-head knife, hehe."
Another wealthy woman, this stuff is so expensive, how much would it cost to make a big machete...
Meng Chuan waved his hand to refuse.
He found it handy earlier when hammering the demon, the power was impressive indeed.
Usually hidden at the waist, it strikes unexpectedly with a critical hit.
"I'm not selling, I'm keeping it for use against your brother."
Zhenzhen:
"..."
...
True feelings are revealed in times of hardship.
Meng Chuan finally still informed his family and stayed to watch over Zhenzhen for the night.
Slept beside Zhenzhen.
On the hospital bed for caregiving.