Tragedy

"I still can't believe how you were able to tell that sword was fake; I can't help but blame myself for almost falling for that." Hao Ren bit his lip.

The two of them were strolling around the black market at the moment to see if they could lay their hands on something cool.

Mo Shen did not give a specific answer.

"If it wasn't for my sharp eyes, I would have been fooled by the appearance; fatty is not wrong at all."

They reached a new stall where they sold artifacts, and Mo Shen moved his eyes across the wares in the stall.

His interest was piqued when he saw monster cores.

He inquired for the price of the monster's core.

"Grade one monster core, 50 low-grade crystals; grade two, 100 low-grade crystals; grade three, two hundred low-grade crystals."

Turns out all the ranks have 50 low-grade crystals between them.

He payed for ten grade two monster cores.

"Is he one of those cultivators that absorbs essence from monster and beast cores?" Hao Ren stared at the beast cores Mo Sh
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