Yang Qing's eyes sparkled with excitement at the potential held within the grey scrolls. They likely numbered in the thousands—thousands of untapped wisdom waiting to be consumed. The sheer thought of that number sent shivers through his body before he forcibly steadied himself. There were still questions he needed answered.
"What about the ones that didn't transform? What do they hold? Do they still contain cultivation arts, or do they hide something else?" he asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.
"Every scroll here contains cultivation arts, and nothing else," Wei Shen replied firmly.
"So they have..." Yang Qing began, but his words trailed off as his gaze fell on one of the untransformed, rustic gold scrolls. A flicker of zealous greed sparked in his eyes when it fell on it—it was the very same scroll he had tried to pull earlier in the day, testing his luck.
