"One Soul for one Treasure. The quality of the Treasure depends on the level of the Soul's Cultivation before death."
An old man with a wrinkled face, a white beard, and a wooden staff in hand gently stroked his whiskers and spoke slowly:
"Would you like to make a trade?"
Across from him stood four people, men and women of varying appearances.
Judging by their faces, none of them were very old, yet they possessed an extraordinary air. Despite being in a dense forest teeming with snakes and insects, their clothes were spotless, as if they were scholars on a leisurely outing.
The woman in the center was especially striking. Her face was like the full moon, her eyes like brilliant stars, and her magnificent robes seemed to have been crafted by a Celestial Weaving Girl. One glance was enough to know they were far from Mortal Grade.
"How curious."
The woman's eyes showed her surprise and suspicion:
