As dawn broke, Chu Xisheng was hosting several guests on a brilliantly lit Ten Thousand Materials Ship at the East Shore Pier.
"Young Flag Master, wouldn't you like to buy one? This Vajra Puppet is only one million two hundred thousand taels of Demon Silver."
A handsome man clad in a scholar's robe was vigorously slapping a nine-foot-tall, burly, and muscular full-metal humanoid puppet clad in iron armor, producing a resounding clang.
The handsome man's voice was enticing, "Its combat power is that of a lower Fifth Grade! I guarantee it's a genuine Fifth Grade, its combat strength only slightly inferior to your Commander Sheen Zhou by two lines. Young Flag Master Chu, for just one million two hundred thousand taels of Demon Silver, you can own a loyal and hardworking Fifth Grade master!
