The Weighing Officer straightened the things Elder Shang had already bundled together, then took out something shaped like an iron scale weight and hung it on, as deft and practiced as a peddler in the mortal world.
Yet the scale beam did not budge.
The Weighing Officer slowly slid the weight toward the end of the beam. Strangely enough, the things Elder Shang had brought were merely a few letters, a contractual Jade Scroll, an Incense Formula, and some incense products. Altogether, they probably weighed less than a pound.
Small though a scale weight might be, it could counterbalance a thousand pounds. A Magic Treasure, in particular, could handle not just a thousand, but ten thousand.
Elder Shang had once seen a previous Weighing Officer take it into his head to gather up an entire mountain peak with Universe in the Sleeve, turn it into a palm-sized bubble of space, and place it on the scale. It had been weighed with ease all the same.
This showed that the Gold-Splitting Scale truly measured value, not weight.
As long as an object did not exceed the Weighing Officer's own ability to move it, the scale could weigh it, however heavy it might be.
The Weighing Officer's expression shifted slightly as he continued sliding the weight outward.
One inch, two inches, three inches...
As the measure shifted, the entire Gold-Splitting Scale emitted a faint glow, as though Dharma Power were circulating through it.
Yet that small bundle of documents and those few finished products still pinned it motionless.
The end of the beam remained tilted high, refusing to move even a fraction.
The Weighing Officer asked in wonder, "Elder Shang, what treasure have you brought? Or is it connected to someone's fate and fortune?"
Elder Shang's expression was grave. Without any intention