Wang Xiaolong was here for the pill furnace.
He had no interest in any other antiques or treasures.
So he didn't think twice about rejecting the offer.
But the old stall owner acted as if he had settled on him, leaning in proactively, "Young man, everyone has a special destiny with antique treasures.
If you seize this opportunity, at the least you might suddenly become rich; at the most, it could benefit you for life and make you an instant deity.
But if you miss out, your whole life will be nothing but mediocre and unremarkable!"
Wang Xiaolong frowned and said, "Benefit for life? Become an instant deity? What are you talking about? Apart from selling antiques, do you also sell Immortal Elixir?"
"Not Immortal Elixir, but a treasure that's fated only for you." The old man looked around mysteriously and said, "I've seen countless people in my life and have also sought teachings on mysticism from an Immortal Master.
