Chapter 87 A Guardian Instrument

Qin Haodong was the calmest one among all. He looked at Zhang Wankui. The old man's mouth was half opened, and his eyes turned dull. He looked like a fool. It had taken quite a while before Zhang Wankui woke up. He raised his hand and slapped himself twice on his face. He had been digging in the antique industry for half of his life, and he surely knew how valuable the Xuande Censer was. It was the treasure he could only dream of. Someone sent it at the door of his shop today, asking for only 100,000, but he refused it without hesitation. He almost wanted to kill himself at the moment. He wanted to grab the shiny Xuande Censer and held it in his arms, taking it as his own possession. Looking at these enthusiastic onlookers around him, Qin Haodong went towards Qian Duoduo and whispered with a little embarrassment, "Bro, what's Xuande Censer?" He did have more than 500 years of experience, and he had seen all kinds of treasures, but those were treasures of the Cultiva