When the steward ca in from the outside, his gaze was drawn to the masked man in red sitting by the table. Despite having seen many outstanding n and won, he was astounded to see the person whose face was hidden from view.
What surprised him was not the man’s appearance, but the aura he exuded.
He simply sat there, resting his head on his hand and shaking his wine cup gently. He was dressed in dazzling red and his deanor was even more impressive. Even though the mask concealed his face, it added an air of mystery to him.
His deanor was relaxed, with a carefree languor. His devilish charm was free-spirited and unrestrained, drawing people’s attention to his every move. His bottomless eyes behind the mask as well as his noble temperant rendered the steward incapable of producing even the slightest neglect in both actions and thoughts.
He gathered his thoughts, bowed to the man in red, and politely inquired, “I am the steward of this establishnt. My surna is Lin. How should I address you?”
“Ghost Doctor.” Feng Jiu answered slowly.
Steward Lin was montarily stunned to hear this answer. Ghost Doctor? He seed to have never heard of such a character as Ghost Doctor.
“How can I assist you, Ghost Doctor?”
“This is the dicinal pill that allows Immortal Sacred Peak cultivators to break through into Immortal Venerable,” Feng Jiu said as she placed a dicine bottle on the table.
Steward Lin narrowed his eyes as he heard this, his attention was imdiately focused on the small bottle on the table. A pill capable of making Immortal Sacred Peaks break into Immortal Venerable? Was it even possible?
“Ghost Doctor, the dicinal pill capable of advancing Immortal Sacred Peaks is at least of seventh-grade level. May I inquire whether this pill...” His gaze landed upon Feng Jiu with caution and curiosity.
“Since this is a venue for exchanging treasures, you ought to have an appraiser on hand. Why don’t you just ask him to identify it?” Feng Jiu stated casually as she proceeded to drink wine.
Steward Lin paused for a brief mont before speaking. “All right, take a seat for a mont.” He bowed, retreated, and went to the part of the building where the appraiser was.
This evening, several appraisers were drinking and conversing together, discussing the recently identified treasures. When they saw Steward Lin walk in, they all stood up and gave him a salute.
“Steward Lin.”
Even though Steward Lin’s role was that of a steward, the building’s owner held him in great regard. He was responsible for all aspects of the building, both internally and externally. Consequently, even though the appraisers were of exceptional stature, they all respected him
“Please continue to enjoy your drinks. Elder Chen, kindly go with .” Steward Lin said as he approached them.
Everyone was astonished upon hearing this. “It is already extrely late in the day. Why do you appear to be in a rush, Steward Lin? What’s the problem?”
“Indeed, a Saint-rank Alchemist is currently visiting our building. He retrieved what he claid was a seventh-grade dicinal pill, and it was also a seventh-grade dicinal pill that might enable Immortal Sacred Peak cultivators to advance. Now he is still in the side room, so I need to find Elder Chen quickly to appraise it.”
“The seventh-grade pill cannot be refined by an Alchemist of Saint rank. Did soone play tricks on you, Steward Lin?” The elderly man referred to as Elder Chen stroked his beard. “There is a threshold between sixth and seventh grade for alchemists. Many people are unable to break through here. How is it possible for an alchemist to refine a seventh-grade pill?”
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