"May I ask your name?" the woman asked after steadying herself.
"Wei Xuan," Song Wen replied. "And how should I address you, fellow Daoist?"
She had taken him for someone running errands for another, which suited Song Wen perfectly.
Though she appeared aloof and proud, one could know a person's face without knowing their heart. If she harbored any intention of striking from the shadows, that assumption would give her pause.
"So you are Fellow Daoist Wei Xuan." The woman cupped her hands. "I am Bai Guling."
"Steward Bai, please name your price." Song Wen pointed to the magical treasures on the table.
"Though these five magical treasures rival Immortal Artifacts, they are other people's bonded magical treasures. They can only be dismantled for their spiritual materials, which greatly reduces their value. The most I can offer is forty thousand immortal spirit stones," Bai Guling said.
Song Wen considered inwardly:
Eight thousand immortal spirit stones apiece isn't a bad price.
He nodded.
"Very well. Deal."
At last, a trace of a smile appeared on Bai Guling's cold face.
With a light sweep of her sleeve, a clear glow enveloped the five magical treasures on the table and drew them into the storage ring on her finger. She then counted out forty thousand immortal spirit stones and handed them to Song Wen.
Once Song Wen had put away the immortal spirit stones, Bai Guling asked another question.
"Fellow Daoist Wei Xuan, do you have any other treasures to sell?"
"No." Song Wen shook his head. "But your prices are fair, Fellow Daoist Bai. If I have more treasures to sell, I will certainly trouble you again."
"Then I shall await your visit," Bai Guling said mildly.
"You have overseen the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion for years, Fellow Daoist Bai, and have