Although Xu Taiping knew little about the Confucian Sect, he had still heard the name of Sage Zeng, one of its Five Sages.
But when Xu Taiping turned over the battered porcelain bowl to look at those four characters, he discovered that the four inscribed characters on its base had been erased all the same.
Boom!
And when Xu Taiping tried to sense the porcelain bowl with his divine soul, an extremely violent backlash of divine soul power suddenly slammed into his divine soul like a great mountain.
Buzzz...
Amid the trembling hum of his divine soul, Xu Taiping had no choice but to withdraw it.
But the instant he withdrew his divine soul, an extremely furious child's voice suddenly rang out in his mind:
"Who is my master? Who is my master?! Tell me now! Who is my master!"
The voice sounded both furious and crazed.
Just as Xu Taiping was wondering whether that voice had actually come from the porcelain bowl in his hand, the stallholder suddenly snorted coldly and said:
"If you've finished looking, put it down."
He then gave Xu Taiping another warning:
"These antiques of mine were all found in ruins from Ancient Times. Though most of their artifact spirits have perished, the divine soul power they left behind is still beyond what minor cultivators like you can withstand."
"So do not try sensing them with your divine soul power again."
"If you get hurt, you cannot blame me!"
Xu Taiping did not put down the porcelain bowl in his hand. Instead, he smiled at the elderly cultivator and asked:
"Elder, what would it take for me to take this porcelain bowl with me?"
The elderly cultivator gave Xu Taiping a somewhat surprised look, then frowned and asked:
"You've truly taken a fancy to this