At this thought!
The white-haired Old Daoist cast True Person Qian an indifferent glance, then said unhurriedly, "Speak."
"How many Spirit Restrictions do you have?"
With a chuckle, True Person Qian dragged over a chair and moved beside the Rocking Chair, ingratiating himself as he said, "A full thirteen!"
"Thirteen, really?"
The white-haired Old Daoist sounded somewhat unconvinced.
"Of course it's true!" True Person Qian declared with a firm expression.
Then he continued, "This was the greatest harvest from my expedition!"
"Only because you and I have known each other for so many years did I think of you first thing."
"What a pity, though. If you were willing to go out exploring, you could have copied these thirteen scarce Spirit Restrictions for free!"
"What a shame!"
Seeing this, the white-haired Old Daoist raised a hand.
"Stop! Don't spout that nonsense."
"You know perfectly well that my foundation suffered grievous damage. My Immortal Path has long since been cut off!
"Besides, I received a great favor from the proprietor in my early years and have already decided to retire in this Shop.
"So don't try to feed me sweet talk!"
"Fine!"
Seeing that the white-haired Old Daoist remained utterly unmoved, True Person Qian could only give up.
Then, with a flip of his hand, a Jade Slip appeared in True Person Qian's palm.
"Dao Brother, let's be villains first and gentlemen afterward.
"This Jade Slip records thirteen scarce Spirit Restrictions, though only the opening portions of them. Once you've had a look, we can talk!"
As he spoke, True Person Qian handed the Jade Slip in his hand to the white-haired Old Daoist reclining in the Rocking Chair.
Afterward, the white-haired Old Daoist did not stand on ceremony and examined it directly.
The first Spirit Restriction had not been recorded.