Ai Yunqi watched as Xiang Ziyu, whose face couldn't help but twitch, entered what seemed to be a true treasury, selecting one broken treasure after another.
"What's with this kid's choices? They're all over the place. Is there no pattern to it?"
"That brush, not a single hair left, and he still takes it. Does he know how to repair it? Does he know how many hairs are needed?"
"That lantern, it was indeed a top-notch treasure once, the ninth generation Ancestral Elder's treasure, with astonishing power. But now it's so full of holes it looks like a beehive. How many forging masters have come to see it, only to give up after a glance. You're taking that thing?"
"That embroidered ball, it's for female cultivators. You, a man, what are you doing with an embroidered ball…"
