Fatherly Asura

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Tael was for the dealings of mortals, often ringed and stacked upon rods. Gold, iron and precious jade followed in more practical ways.

Spirit stones in all their graduations and denominations.

Lesser treasures.

Millenia-old [Spiritual Herbs].

[True Lord Grade] weapons were of small interest outwith those that bolstered moonlit practices.

Those few [Dao Treasures] that did not carry the [Heritage’s] will, perverting all those that fell into [Epiphany] before them.

Techniques of true monsters.

[Constellation Seeds] were the trinkets of Emperors.

Foundational steps.

One and all.

False wealth.

To say one thing of Ban Bingbai, his appraisal was unrivalled. And rightly so, for here rested cobalt eyes that pierced the glitter of base things and childish wonder.

Yes.

Bingbai knew the true currency of this brittle Jianghu was souls. The chits of true orchestrators, of which he, the [Sun-Seeking Sage]held abundant in both quality and quantity as [Primordial Lord of Accumulation].

How art-like his craft had become.