The scale and variety of the treasures greatly exceeded Li Yan's expectations.
The rear hall was spacious, brightly lit by candles, with layers upon layers of incense tables. The divine statue of the Emperor of the West loomed tall, its solemn face flickering uncertainly in the firelight.
This place had been modified for sale, with magic artifacts and spiritual materials classified according to type, each area guarded by a Daoist.
Of course, their presence was not to prevent theft.
Those present all represented the Proper Xuan Sect, either elders of the sect or holders of important positions—why would there be any petty thievery?
If caught, they would likely become the laughingstock of the entire Mystical Sect.
Their task was to register and record.
To purchase something, one would report their name and the quantity needed, pay, and then a Daoist from Chunyang Palace would deliver it to their residence.
