In the West Number Seven room, Shopkeeper Zhao entered somewhat nervously.
Once he came in, he felt several piercing gazes land on him. One in particular filled him with dread.
He was a branch shopkeeper of the Rare Treasures Pavilion, a position of considerable standing in the Jianghu. Ordinary people of the Jianghu did not dare provoke them.
Moreover, his strength was not weak: he was of the peerless upper grade. Yet beneath these people's gazes, he found a trace of fear rising involuntarily within him.
Shopkeeper Zhao also understood very well that although he was a branch shopkeeper of the Rare Treasures Pavilion, his status was worlds apart from that of the Sword Pavilion experts here.
Anyone who could represent the Sword Pavilion in overseeing this treasure exchange held no low position within it.
He finally saw Yang Hengchang, along with the several experts beside him, and immediately understood. The man in the seat of honor was clearly the one who filled him with trepidation, and presumably the expert in charge of the Sword Pavilion's affairs this time.
However, he only stole a brief glance at Yang Hengchang before daring to look no further. Lowering his head, he raised the brocade box high in both hands and said, "Honored guests, please accept and inspect this."
After Feng Xiaofeng stepped forward and took the brocade box, he turned toward his Martial Uncle. Seeing him wave a hand, he said, "You may leave."
"Yes! If this is genuine Phoenix Blood, please remember to hand over what you promised earlier to the Rare Treasures Pavilion," Shopkeeper Zhao could not help reminding them before leaving.
"Get out! If there really is Phoenix Blood inside, would our Sword Pavilion go back on its word?" Yang Hengchang's expression chilled as he barked.
"I wouldn't dare,