"How about this? I have half a piece of Seven-Colored Immortal Gold left, plus two Saint Artifacts to trade with. How does that sound?" Ye Han said in a deep voice.
Even with such a tempting offer, the white-haired old man simply shook his head.
Ye Han pondered for a moment, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind. A faint smile appeared on his face as he spread his palm, where a beam of light condensed into a manual.
Chapter 520