Upon a brief thank you, the two men found themselves at the fat man’s stall perusing the goods laid out.

”Come take a look, see if there’s anything you fancy!” The fat cultivator’s eyes curved into crescents whenever he smiled.

It was easy to take a liking to him.

“Fair prices guaranteed!”

Caspian did not cast his sights onto the hemlock at first.

He pretended to look around, scanning the merchandise of the stalls next to that one.

There were antlers with stripes that glistened golden.

No one knew what creature they came from.

There were dry, shriveled fingers with pointy nails.

Potted plants bore colorful flowers but with leaves that were completely withered.

Caspian looked at all of them, reaching out to feel them from time to time if he wanted.

The fat man seemed equally uncaring of Caspian’s wandering.

None of these things were of any value, after all.

Caspian hardly gave them a second glance.

Upon putting down a shiv, Caspian moved to pick up the hemlock.

It sank with weight the second he picked it up.

Caspian’s eyes froze slightly.

‘It’s heavier than I expected it to be,’ Caspian thought to himself as he cast the stall owner a glance.

Instantly, Caspian was able to see the flash of panic that briefly overtook the fat man’s features when he picked the hemlock up.

Suspicion arose in Caspian immediately.

Instead of hurrying to inquire about the price, he began to analyze it.

The hemlock looked real and fine at first glance.

The chasm was struck by thunder.

Caspian, having absorbed the Bone of Thunder, knew more about lighting than the average cultivator.

The part of the hemlock that was charred black was caught in a forest fire caused by a lightning strike.

the kind

Or so it seemed.

the hemlock,

truth… I came across it in

would come

seemed to be

the

was someone that did

nodded, bringing the hemlock

and needed the hemlock, he would have asked for

of Insight, after all,

not chance upon the shop again after

hemlock up, on top of the brief flash

his hands yet again, fingertips running over the calloused wood, Caspian

calling out to other cultivators that passed by his stall

to see that the man’s gaze

was obvious that something

the hemlock,

were not working well enough, he would have

sense was much stronger than that of cultivators of the same realm as

to use divine sense as he noticed the fat man looked visibly relieved when he put the

a brief spiritual sweep, it was not long before

was, indeed, something

itself laid in the section

was an opening so thin it was

even discovered that the hemlock was stuffed with

iron was a lot heavier than

hemlock was

Caspian knew

the stall owner

mind to purchase and

me, young man! I

Five hundred spirit stones.

How’s that?”

Caspian

“Hemlock grows deep in the forest, it’s hard enough

like a well-read

hundred years of growth for hemlock to summon

to keep from pests and absorb enough nutrition

struck, a devastating fire must follow for lightning to pass

man, that lightning and thunder usually come hand in

the fires are put out with rain barely after they have started to

takes quite a lot of coincidences to yield a

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