Po Du looked at the Cursed Stone, then at the Appraiser, and said, "Senior, that stone... I'll, uh, I'll just give it to you."
The Appraiser: "..."
She didn't want it either. She still couldn't shake the feeling it gave her.
Even if Jiang Zuo had been lying, she was still a little worried.
After all, it could very well be real.
As the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. Even Cultivators could feel fear.
However, Po Du didn't give her any chance to refuse and simply ran away.
Po Du had made up his mind; he wasn't keeping it. He also had to go warn his friends that this was something they couldn't afford to touch.
Just then, Jiang Zuo arrived at Room 1. The room was quite large, and two people were seated inside: a middle-aged man and a young woman.
Jiang Zuo walked in and said, "Appraisal request level."
Without looking up, the young woman held out her hand. "Work ID."
Jiang Zuo handed over his work ID.
