Just as Xu Taiping was about to step forward and explain, Old Daoist Huang suddenly stopped him, then stood atop Xiaohei's head and said in an equally impatient tone:
"We're here to sell treasures at the Profound Appraisal Pavilion. Which of you is the steward in charge of appraisals?"
At this, a potbellied, round-faced steward stepped forward from behind.
He cast a sidelong glance at Old Daoist Huang, then frowned.
"You're a human cultivator. Why are you showing yourself in the guise of a demon cultivator?"
Old Daoist Huang snorted.
"What business is it of yours?"
The round-faced steward was momentarily at a loss for words at that retort.
Then Old Daoist Huang spoke again:
"Are you the steward who appraises treasures?"
Rather than answer, the round-faced steward sneered coldly.
"There's no need to auction treasures below the level of Xiantian Divine Weapons at the Profound Appraisal Pavilion. Just set up a stall on the Ruin Market's streets and sell them there."
Old Daoist Huang raised a cat's paw, then signaled Xu Taiping with his eyes.
Xu Taiping understood at once. He took out a piece of Sky Canopy Glazed Jade weighing over ten jin and tossed it to Old Daoist Huang.
Clearly, Old Daoist Huang was better suited to dealing with these people.
After catching the Glazed Jade, Old Daoist Huang hefted it in his paw, then smiled at the fat-faced steward.
"Old fellow, do you recognize this?"
The fat-faced steward rolled his eyes at Old Daoist Huang.
"It's just a piece of Glazed Jade of decent quality."
As he spoke, he waved impatiently.
"Hurry along and find yourself a good stall in the Ruin Market. The Profound Appraisal Pavilion doesn't accept things like this."
Old Daoist Huang glared at the fat-faced steward.
"You have eyes, yet no sight."