"Second-tier spiritual ore of the Yellow Grade?"
Yun Yunyang froze upon hearing the blind Daoist's explanation. He stared blankly at the fist-sized chunk of obsidian resting in the black wooden box.
He had not expected that his visit to Lu Zizai—merely to request assistance in recruiting laborers—would result in such an extraordinary stroke of fortune.
To the esteemed families of Yue Kingdom—the Three Houses and Seven Clans—a second-tier Yellow Grade spiritual ore was not considered rare, but rather commonplace.
However, for the newly risen Yun clan of Yun Cang, this piece of obsidian was nothing short of a treasure.
"Thank you, venerable Daoist, for enlightening me. I am truly grateful!"
Closing the box with care, Yun Yunyang stood and bowed deeply to the blind Daoist in respect.
"A trifling matter, hardly worth mentioning," the Daoist replied dismissively, waving his hand as he resumed eating and drinking with leisurely abandon.
