Seeing Chen Feng’s change in attitude, the vendor was instantly terrified.

“Surely you won’t kill someone within White Cloud City,” said the vendor as he forced himself to calm down.

“If your answer cannot satisfy me, I assure you, I will kill you,” replied Chen Feng with a sneer.

“I truly did bring this broken bowl out from the Demon Soul Valley, I am not lying. A pity, no one would believe me,” said the vendor after a moment’s consideration. 

“What about this broken sword?” asked Chen Feng as he picked up something resembling a piece of scrap iron.

“This is also something I picked up from Demon Soul Valley,” answered the vendor.

“For you to be able to survive the Demon Soul Valley and even pick up some stuff from inside it, you are not a nobody, are you?” said Ye Ziming, who was standing beside them, a smile on his face.

“Truth be told, I did not venture too deep into the valley. I had only wandered around the peripheral areas,” said the vendor with an embarrassed smile.

“All right, I want these two items,” said Chen Feng after picking up the broken bowl and sword.

“That.” Seeing the other party wanting to buy his items, the vendor’s eyes swivelled as greed filled his heart.

“I had to risk my life for those two...