The long-bearded Daoist priest, upon hearing that Peter Brown was still unwilling to part with the item, looked at Peter and said, "This is a token of inheritance from our Daoist tradition. It's useless in your hands; only in ours does it have value. Moreover, having it is only inviting disaster."
Peter Brown smiled and asked, "May I know which Daoist faction you belong to?"
"We are from Green Sunshine Mountain."
"I know an old lay practitioner; he told me he likes such items. I bought it to give to him. He is from Mount Purple Sun."
As Peter Brown spoke, he observed the expression of the long-bearded Daoist priest, and as expected, he saw the priest's face change.
Seeing this, Peter understood that the item indeed held great value for them.
"500,000! Consider it a huge favor you'd owe me, William Carter!"
The long-bearded Daoist priest's eyes fixed intently on Peter Brown.
It was clear that he even harbored some murderous intent.
