"Don't let Qu the Godman's crooked mind fool you, even Mu Hanyan had to admire his eye for detail."
Though Mu Hanyan wasn't an expert in medicinal herbs, he could tell that Qu the Godman's connoisseurship in appraising treasures was profound. His identification was flawless, stirring respect whether one liked it or not.
Qu Shanling nitpicked all the way, growing more and more excited. After passing the last row of wooden shelves, he suddenly noticed Mu Hanyan had been silent for quite some time, leaving him to ramble on alone.
Turning his head, he saw Mu Hanyan jotting things down in a small notebook, with Che Xiang doing the same, very earnestly. Meanwhile, his two disciples had looks of suffering on their faces.
"Boy, you're deliberately riling me up to get some free appraisals, aren't you?" Qu Shanling, was nobody's fool—he was a crafty super God-man. He quickly realized what was going on and pointed at Mu Hanyan, scolding him furiously.
