"Please wait a moment, Daoist. First, have a taste of the spirit tea our merchant guild developed ourselves."
The Gentle and Graceful Female Cultivator handed Lu Xuan a cup of fragrant, curling spirit tea.
"Not bad."
Lu Xuan took a sip. A clear, numinous aura traveled down from his throat, spreading into his limbs and bones, lingering for a long time without dispersing, making him feel extremely comfortable.
The two chatted idly for a few moments. The female cultivator probed, intentionally or otherwise, into Lu Xuan's origins, but Lu Xuan muddled through it all vaguely.
"Daoist Wen, you said you found a treasure you've never seen before? This old man would like to see what sort of origin it has."
A rough voice rang out from outside the room. The voice had barely fallen when a Tall Old Man stormed in like wind and fire.
A pair of crimson eyes on the old man's face were especially striking. Within his pupils, pure-white flames seemed to burn quietly.
"Senior Brother Mu, it's that jade lock."
The female cultivator pointed at the Qing Wei Jade Lock on the table, then introduced him to Lu Xuan. "Senior Brother Mu has loved collecting all sorts of strange treasures throughout his life. He is widely experienced and knowledgeable, and his eyes are the sharpest in the merchant guild."
Lu Xuan smiled and nodded, looking at the old man whose whole heart was fixed on the Qing Wei Jade Lock.
A thin layer of spiritual light surfaced over the old man's hands. He carefully picked up the Qing Wei Jade Lock and examined every corner of this treasure from all sides.
"It is indeed a Fourth Grade treasure, no mistake."
The pure-white flames in his eyes suddenly surged greatly, nearly occupying his entire eyeballs. Fine, slender