The emaciated master lunged forward to the table, scrutinizing the Spirit Grass intently. A cycle of thirteen thousand six hundred years—he couldn't discern its age at a glance and thus naturally couldn't ascertain it.
However, he had to admit that this master had exceptional skill. After careful observation, he too confirmed that it indeed had a history of thirteen thousand six hundred years.
Not only was his skill slightly superior, but even he had to bow in admiration.
He called out respectfully, "Senior."
Mao Si said, "Young master, I truly apologize. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion would never deceive its customers. Otherwise, it'd be like shooting ourselves in the foot."
"We are willing to compensate you."
The emaciated master humbly confessed, "Master, your level of expertise makes me bow in submission. To see so much in such a short time—you're genuinely the most outstanding talent I've ever encountered."
