"Ah, what bad luck." Gu Sheng sighed inwardly, just about to discard the rubble in his hand when he suddenly noticed that one piece of green copper was different.
The green copper was unassuming and ancient, its surface covered in traces of time as if it held countless stories. Gu Sheng's heart stirred, and he decided to keep it.
"Kid, what are you holding in your hand?" A cultivator noticed the green copper in Gu Sheng's hand and asked curiously.
"Nothing much, just an ordinary piece of copper." Gu Sheng replied casually, but as soon as he spoke, other cultivators began to gather around him.
"Let me take a look!" A tall cultivator reached out to snatch it.
Gu Sheng furrowed his brows but handed over the green copper without resisting. The cultivators took turns inspecting it, passing it around, but after repeated examination, they all showed disappointed expressions.
"Tch, thought it was some treasure, turns out it's just a piece of scrap copper."
