"Yes, this is what I'm most comfortable with." Fang Canran clicked his chin, "There will be a sale hosted by us at the ghost market tonight, do you want to come and have some fun?"
"Okay, I do have something I want to sell." He Lingchuan took out two things from the storage ring and placed them on the table. "Can Shopkeeper Fang give you an estimate of the price?"
A seal that is oily yellow all over and translucent.
A token engraved with three pythons: black, gold and blue.
There was a shimmer of light flowing slowly in the seal, and Fang Canran recognized that it was the finest chicken fat yellow.
The small three-color snake on the token spun around in circles under the eyes of the three of them and exchanged positions.
Fang Canran read countless treasures, and when he saw it, he was slightly moved: "Did you get something good again?"
"Not bad, let's get started and take a look."
Fang Canran put on his gloves, carefully picked up the seal and looked through it. He saw the word "Miaomiao" engraved on the bottom of the seal. The middle point of "Miao" was dented. It was not like a natural formation, but a small hole poked by external force.
The token was cold when I took it. My hands were frosty when I took a few more breaths, and I couldn't hold it anymore.
Fang Canran put down the two items with a solemn look on his face: "This is an ancient relic? It's rare to have it so well maintained. Do you know its origin?"
Ancient spiritual treasures all have special characteristics, and others will know their basic functions and usage by just touching them. Unless the user has other experiences, there is no need for additional explanations.
"Both of these are the personal magic weapons of Master Sanshui."
Chapter completed!