A powerful aura rushed straight at He Pingsheng's face.
Within that aura was the power of blood and qi, as well as a presence from ancient times.
After cultivating the Chaos Golden Scripture, He Pingsheng had become exceptionally sensitive to all kinds of blood and qi power. At that moment, he knew the golden bone before him was anything but ordinary.
Even if it was a bone left behind by an Earth Immortal of the Witch Race, that Witch Race member must have possessed extraordinary gifts.
"Boy, from now on, it's yours!"
"Put it away!"
The woman personally handed the golden bone to He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng took it with great care.
Before he could put the bone into his ring, He Pingsheng suddenly heard a commotion behind him.
Turning around, he saw a stooped, white-haired old man coming up to the second floor with two young people.
With the speed of a thunderclap that left no time to cover one's ears, He Pingsheng put the golden witch bone into his ring.
Thud...
Before him, the shopkeeper in the blue Daoist robe suddenly dropped to his knees and addressed the old man. "Greetings, Lord City Lord Heavenly Sound!"
Thud...
The other saleswoman also knelt.
He Pingsheng felt somewhat awkward.
To be honest, he did not want to kneel!
Just as he hesitated over how to respond, the old man waved a hand. "I dislike these tedious formalities most of all. Get up, both of you. No bowing!"
"Yes!"
The two rose.
He Pingsheng let out a sigh of relief. Whatever else happened, he no longer needed to consider kneeling.
"What a powerful aura!" Behind the old man, the woman among the two young people spoke, then turned her gaze toward He Pingsheng.
She wore a purple Daoist robe, her skin