Fang Qingyuan pressed the first jade slip between his eyebrows. He extended a wisp of his Divine Sense, and a brief message immediately surfaced in his mind.
A few moments later, Fang Qingyuan put the jade slip down and picked up the second one, his expression unreadable.
Seeing Fang Qingyuan's calm expression, Magistrate Huang Fengxing's smile widened. In his eyes, any Cultivator with a Wood Spirit Root would find these three jade slips irresistible.
But Fang Qingyuan proved his calculations wrong. After examining all three jade slips in succession, he spoke with a look of regret.
"The Cultivation Techniques in these jade slips are excellent, but alas, my pockets are empty. I'm afraid my ambition outweighs my means."
Huang Fengxing was stunned. He double-checked, saying:
"Fellow Daoist, won't you reconsider? Take another look. I believe you'll find it quite difficult to come across these three jade slips anywhere else."
