Yang Zhen's swagger was so unbearable that even the practitioners nearby couldn't stand it anymore. They turned their heads and stared at Yang Zhen, asking, "This fellow Daoist seems unfamiliar, are you not from the Central Court? Could it be that you're also here to attend the treasure appraisal convention?"
This was a good opportunity to gather information. Yang Zhen sat up straight and waved his hand, saying, "How could that be related to me? Since birth, I've been playing the game of life; what treasure appraisal convention? I'm not interested. And up to now, you don't even know what treasure you're appraising, yet you're so eager. Isn't that too exhausting for the heart?"
The practitioner's eyes bulged with laughter and he said, "The vision of this Young Master is truly extraordinary. We commoners can only watch and envy such events from afar, compared to not knowing what treasures we're appraising. Isn't that even more exhausting for us?"