Jiang Ping An and Bu Si walked into the River Pavilion.
A beautiful attendant saw them and came over to greet them.
"Honored guests, how may I help you? Are you selling resources, buying resources, or would you prefer to look around first?"
The attendant wore a smile, and her voice was soft and pleasing to the ear.
"Selling some resources," Jiang Ping An said.
"Please come to a private room."
Smiling, the attendant led them to a separate room.
The room was not particularly large. A stone table stood in the middle, its surface carved with mysterious formation runes.
The woman closed the door and activated a formation barrier, making the room private.
"Please place anything you wish to sell on the table. Its formation can analyze immortal artifacts, immortal pills, talismans, and other items. It will also transmit a projection of each item to our headquarters, where a specialist appraiser will examine it."
"Our pavilion master paid a fortune to have a top-tier immortal formation master create this formation. It can even examine Golden Immortal-level resources. The appraisers at headquarters will assess each item according to its rarity, condition, and value."
"Prices may vary somewhat because of regional factors. If you're unhappy with an offer, you don't have to sell."
Jiang Ping An found the formation intriguing. He tried placing a red Formation Banner on the table.
He had seized this banner from the two tomb robbers. It could burn a Human Immortal to death.
The first time Jiang Ping An had died in this spacetime, it was the flames released by this banner that had killed him.
Human Immortal-level Formation Banners were generally worth more than a million Immortal Crystals but less than five million. This one was somewhat old, so it should fetch around two million.