The value of the items listed in the Jade Scroll far surpassed Wang Qiu Po's imagination.
As a spy who left home at a young age, he had never even heard of some of them.
In that instant, Wang Qiu Po began to believe more in what Xu Bai had said.
After a moment of meditation, he signaled Xu Bai to wait a moment.
Then he quietly lay back on the rattan chair behind him, seemingly falling into a deep slumber.
From Xu Bai's perspective, the vitality of Wang Qiu Po was dissipating at an astonishing speed.
In merely a blink of an eye, he seemed to be on the verge of death, indistinguishable from a corpse.
"No wonder he is a spy who has remained hidden for eight hundred years. He indeed has some tricks," Xu Bai murmured to himself as he continued to watch.
The thatched cottage where Wang Qiu Po was residing also seemed to possess some mysterious qualities. The disappearance of Wang Qiu Po's vitality did not alert the people outside. They were still waiting in a line outside.
