As soon as Fu Qian spoke, the man who had sought his appraisal trembled, nearly dropping the object in his hands to the ground.
"Hair? Have you ever seen hair that even a knife can't cut through?"
After steadying his emotions, the brother obviously became somewhat angry.
"It's special hair."
Fu Qian remained expressionless.
He had no intention of scaring this gentleman, but equally, he had no interest in making up some lie.
Unfortunately, what this gentleman treasured was indeed a spool of hair.
However, the surface of these strands of hair shimmered with a special luster, making them appear as though they were alive.
As for why it was so clear that this gentleman couldn't see it, Fu Qian had already guessed the answer.
Having encountered a similar incident when slaying the progeny of the Evil God, he was the only one among all the people who could see the text in the notebook.
