Jin Family Treasure Hall.
Fang Shu appeared before Tong Cou, and a smile immediately piled onto the other man's face. "Fellow Daoist Fang, your honored arrival graces us. Tong failed to welcome you from afar."
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Tong."
After exchanging courtesies, Fang Shu did not stand on ceremony. He immediately placed the three ancient Daoist treasures in his hand upon the table.
These three ancient treasures varied in size and length, their styles and materials all different. Yet each possessed an antique simplicity and emanated an unusual aura.
Tong Cou had served the Jin Family for many years. His eyes were keen, and he naturally recognized the origins of these three items at a glance.
"These are?" A flicker of surprise crossed his face. He gestured toward Fang Shu with his eyes, and after receiving permission, carefully reached out. He lifted the three objects and examined them closely.
A thin layer of spiritual light, shaped like gloves, clung to his fingers, separating his flesh from the objects.
This was one of the minor techniques that had to be learned at the Treasure Hall: wrapping one's hands in qi. It prevented customers' treasures from being soiled, while also guarding against poison powder, evil qi, and the like clinging to the objects.
Tong Cou swiftly finished examining the first ancient treasure, which looked both like a bowl and a sphere. The strange look in his eyes deepened. He then inspected the second, which resembled both an iron ring and a thumb ring, before turning to the third, a hook-shaped ancient treasure of jade.
Once he had examined all three, his gaze turned momentarily vacant, and envy appeared on his face. He muttered, "Fellow Daoist Fang truly makes grand gestures—three treasures from ancient times, entirely free of evil qi. Tong has truly