C188 Sword Devil Zhan Shaan

In the third-floor trading hall, a few stalks of Sword Soul Grass stood, radiating a transparent sword intent. They shimmered like starlight, dazzling to behold. This was unmistakably the sign of their maturity!

Even if he wanted to keep them for himself, Ye Chen knew these three stalks could fetch at least three million dollars on the market. If he didn't act now