Jiang Che opened the bundle, revealing six ores of various shapes, each shimmering with a different luster.
One was blood-red with faint flame-like patterns; one was an icy, dark blue that emanated a chilly air; one was ink-black yet incredibly heavy; one was a dark gold with an extremely tough texture; one was a vibrant, dew-like green, brimming with life; and one was a dazzling silver-white, with faint arcs of lightning flickering across its surface.
These were all top-grade companion ores he had carefully selected. 'They should be worth a bit of money,' he thought.
The moment the Shopkeeper saw these ores, his eyes went wide, and his breathing quickened.
He gingerly picked up each piece, meticulously examining its color and texture, tapping it with his finger to listen to the sound, and even took out a magnifying glass-like instrument for a closer look.
