There were more than a dozen secondhand magic artifacts.
Most were offensive artifacts, of little use to Li Ping. After accepting them, he put them all in the White-Gathering Pavilion to sell at a markup.
Only three were production tools used by craftsmen: a bamboo flute used by a third-tier musician, formation counters belonging to a second-tier upper-grade formation master, and an Artifact Furnace belonging to a second-tier middle-grade artifact refiner.
They were likewise of little use to Li Ping.
Leaving aside the legacies of the second-tier upper-grade formation master and the second-tier middle-grade artifact refiner, the remaining bamboo flute could yield a third-tier musician's legacy.
Li Ping was already rushed off his feet, with nowhere near enough time. How could he spare any to study some third-tier musician's legacy, let alone search for the things needed to obtain it?
Besides, he had no interest whatsoever in a musician's legacy.
Shaking his head, Li Ping set down all the secondhand magic artifacts and instructed the shop's two appraisers to put them away.
He turned to leave, but after rising to his feet, he saw the little old man Chu Xiu limping toward him with a respectful air.
Li Ping could not help asking curiously, "Young friend Chu, what happened to your leg?"
At his question, Chu Xiu sighed. "I've made a sorry spectacle of myself, Senior. Something happened in my sect. I encountered an unworthy disciple... Please rest assured, Senior. I won't let it interfere with my work in the shop."
Only after Chu Xiu's explanation did Li Ping understand what had happened.
The Leisurely Cloud Sect's only two disciples had three-spirit root and five-spirit root aptitudes, respectively.
Determined to revive the Leisurely Cloud Sect, Chu Xiu had spent almost all the spirit stones he earned at the White-Gathering Pavilion