Indeed, as the shopkeeper said, what's recorded on the pages are the herbs and other materials needed for body refining and Qi refining, and in great quantities.
Comparing it with the previous page, the price isn't too different, not like it's a forgery.
Besides, although Li Jue's father's auction house has closed down, the accounts still exist and can be checked later.
The shopkeeper's life can definitely be called formidable, with a secret treasure right underneath the inn he owns, and he managed to kick those treasures out with his foot.
His luck is indeed defying heaven.
"So, shopkeeper, did you succeed in cultivation?" Although somewhat impolite, Zhang Ze observed that the shopkeeper's demeanor didn't resemble that of a cultivator.
"Just like this." The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly, answering quite ambiguously.
He stretched out his chubby hand, closed his eyes to focus, and his face turned the color of pig liver.
