The shopkeeper's gaze shifted to the shard, a flicker of movement in his heart—it was an object ancestors had placed within!
He spoke in succession, "This is a fragment of an ancient relic, but we do not know exactly what it is. Despite much study, its true form eludes us. Could it be, Fellow Daoist, that you know of it?"
Naturally, Gongsun Hongxian had no idea, but at this moment, seemingly possessed by a spirit, he nodded indifferently, "It looks somewhat familiar; I think I've seen it on my father's person."
"How shall we proceed with the trade?"
A moment later.
Gongsun Hongxian left Tianlan Saint Pavilion with a darkened face and rising anger, issuing a threat as he departed, "To not even give face to the Gongsun Family is to court death!"
Straight afterward, Gongsun Hongxian, with a swish of his sleeve, took his followers and returned to his family.
In the back courtyard.
