"Are you willing to trade?"
Feng Qing'an, who possessed two different perspectives, glanced at the overflowing bookshelf in his room. After a brief hesitation, he agreed.
"Trade!"
The books that his elder brother, Feng Qingping, wrote in his early years were each an unattainable treasure. This was evident from Black Mountain being able to traverse the mountains solely with seven books.
However, precisely because they were so special, it was difficult to measure their value with ordinary things.
But, if this mountain god were to offer his breathing method, attained through comprehending all things in the universe, in exchange, it seemed to be a fair deal. In some sense, Feng Qing'an even profited from it. After all, the number of books his elder brother left him was overwhelming, filling up an entire bookshelf.
"I am just unsure of how many books the revered god would require to impart the cultivation breathing method to Black Mountain?"
