He knew exactly how heavy that crate was. Even on ordinary days, it took several clerks working together to move it.
Where had Fang Yuan gotten such terrifying strength? He clearly was not even a martial warrior yet!
The woman seated upright in the chair abruptly stopped tapping her fingertips against the armrest.
The cool, calculating expression of effortless composure on her pretty face finally showed a distinct flicker of emotion.
Her sharp, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she scrutinized Fang Yuan, who held the cargo crate aloft, from head to toe, as though reassessing his worth.
With her discernment, she could naturally see that Fang Yuan's blood and qi had yet to be tempered. He truly had not entered the ranks of martial warriors.
Yet precisely because of that, the astonishing arm strength he possessed before even entering the ranks stood out all the more!
She could roughly estimate the crate's weight. It was absolutely over eight hundred jin, perhaps even close to a thousand!
That was far beyond what an ordinary strongman could achieve. It required exceptionally gifted bones and constitution!
If he possessed such strength before entering the ranks, what would happen if he had the chance to obtain a Cultivation Method and temper his blood and qi?
This talent and potential might be worth even more than the crate of goods before her.
Fang Yuan slowly set the cargo crate back in its place with a dull thud.
He adjusted his breathing, then raised his head to meet the woman's gaze, clearly seeing the renewed interest in her eyes.
He knew he had won his gamble.
Not only had he convinced her, he had also once again confirmed that the strength hidden within this body was far more astonishing than he himself had imagined.
Fang Yuan