The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a full beard, staring down at his phone as he swiped through the screen. "Three hundred, non-negotiable. Scraps I hauled from the west last week."
Mu Feng's breathing hitched imperceptibly. Under the gaze of the Xuantong, a few rows of minuscule cuneiform characters emerged on the inner side of the mask—derived from the exact same source as the batch of Kucha Pottery Figurine he had handled half a year ago.
What was even more astonishing was that when he adjusted his viewing angle, the rust on the mask's eye sockets revealed a glint of dark gold. This was unmistakably the pure red gold exclusively reserved for the royal family of the ancient Western Regions!
Chapter 140