"Fellow Daoist, you may inspect these two immortal fruits," the Guiding Daoist said, pointing at the Wind-Thunder Immortal Jujube and Immortal Fox Saliva on the stone table.
"Wuzhuang Temple's reputation resounds far and wide. How could it deceive anyone with counterfeits? There's no need to inspect them." The black-robed man laughed heartily, swept both immortal fruits into his sleeve, and flew back to his seat.
All manner of gazes lingered on the black-robed man-envious, jealous, and ill-intentioned-but he paid them no mind. He simply sat quietly, eyes lowered to his nose, his attention turned inward.
"That concludes our temple's offerings. Next, any fellow Daoists who have treasures to exchange may come up one at a time to display and trade them. Let me make this clear beforehand: our temple only provides the venue. You conduct your own transactions. If you misjudge something and buy a counterfeit, Wuzhuang Temple bears no responsibility. Please proceed as you wish." After rising and offering these brief remarks, the Guiding Daoist left the stone platform with the two elders and sat down nearby.
At the sound of the Guiding Daoist's voice, Ao Hong raised his head, which he had kept lowered all this time. He glanced toward the depths of Wuzhuang Temple, then turned to Shen Luo and asked, "Brother Shen, why didn't you buy anything? Were none of these spirit fruits to your liking?"
"Not at all, Brother Ao. Every one of these spirit fruits is a rare treasure, and quite a few caught my eye. But I came here in such a hurry that I made no preparations. I could only watch those fine things fall into other people's pockets." Shen Luo shook his head with a rueful smile.
"I see. That was an oversight on my part. During the exchanges to come,