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 of hemlock Caspian

Or so it seemed.

interested in the hemlock, the fat man put

truth… I came across it in

would come in handy with

to be thinking

never mentioned the price

was someone that did

take another look…” Caspian nodded,

of how much Caspian wanted and needed the hemlock, he would have asked

after all, was something he wanted to

would not chance upon the

weight that came into Caspian’s hands when he picked the hemlock up, on top of the brief flash of

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

nonchalant to Caspian’s actions, even calling out to other cultivators that passed by his

was able to see that the man’s gaze would

obvious that something

down the hemlock,

enough, he would have to

was much stronger than that of

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

it was not long before Caspian realized

something wrong with the

in the section that was

opening so thin it

sense, Caspian even discovered that the hemlock was stuffed

a

the hemlock was heavier than Caspian

discovering the loophole, Caspian knew

the stall owner and asked, “How

mind to purchase and smiled so brightly his pupils were

me, young man! I

Five hundred spirit stones.

How’s that?”

Caspian shook

grows deep in the forest, it’s hard enough to

like a well-read young

at least two hundred years of growth for hemlock

hundred years, it has to keep from pests and absorb

a devastating fire must follow for lightning to

young man, that lightning and

fires are put out with rain barely after

a piece of hemlock that

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