"Just an ordinary stone, huh?"
This was the question Jiang Zuo heard from the doorway. The voice belonged to a man—a young one, by the sound of it.
The young man continued, "But the person who gave it to me said he saw black smoke when he found it. Is it possible the appraisal was wrong?"
"Theoretically, it can't be wrong, unless it's far beyond my ability to comprehend," a female Appraiser replied. "If you don't believe me, you can take it to Room Three for another appraisal."
The man sighed. "Forget it. The appraisal fee for Room Three starts at the Fifth-Grade level. That's outrageous."
Just then, Jiang Zuo walked in. He saw two people inside: a young female Appraiser whose Cultivation was over Tier Three.
And a young man at Tier Two.
Jiang Zuo looked at the stone and said, "An ordinary person wouldn't be able to see anything special about a stone like this. And even if they could, it would be useless. Only someone who specializes in this field can make use of it.
