Lin Shan and Jue Juezi looked at each other, looked at the other side of Qian's eyes and asked how much.

"An ancient treasure."

So said the fortune teller.

Lin Shan was shocked after hearing this. He was so casual and asked to raise the price while sitting on the ground?

"Could the Taoist priest be joking?"

"I'm not joking. As a Nascent Soul monk, my life is equivalent to saving a Nascent Soul monk. Isn't the life of a Nascent Soul monk worth an ancient treasure?"

At first glance, this seems to make sense.

Lin Shan was not fooled by his change of concept at all and immediately shook his head.

"Your Excellency just spent a short time to calculate the omens of great disaster for me. I don't know the specific process, and I won't give up my thoughts and itinerary. How can you save my life?"

"With just one hexagram, you will receive an ancient treasure!"

"Are you afraid that you have fallen in the eyes of money?"
Chapter completed!