Even more shocking was the bloody scene that emerged on the inner wall of the tripod: a man in elaborate robes stood upon a high platform holding a sharp blade, while over a dozen bound slaves knelt before him, fires raging in the distance...
Mu Feng jerked his hand back, and the bronze tripod nearly fell. The old man was quick to catch it. "Easy there, young man! This piece is quite precious!"
"My apologies, my apologies." Mu Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart. "Sir, what’s your price for this tripod?"
Chapter 94