"This way, Peak Master Su. Right now."
He didn't bother following the standard procedure. He practically shoved open the heavy oak door to the private appraisal chamber, rushing in without knocking.
Behind a broad slab of black stone, Elder Ge blew the steam off a porcelain teacup and took a slow sip.
"Barging in like that," the old appraiser grunted around the hot tea, not bothering to lift his head. "Did some elder throw a fit over their pill valuation, or did an inner disciple try to pawn counterfeit spirit herbs again?"
"Neither, Elder Ge!" The deacon gasped, bracing himself against the doorframe.
"It's... Peak Master Su... with a Master-grade Nascent Soul breakthrough pill!"
Pfft!
Steaming hot tea sprayed across the black stone desk as Elder Ge coughed violently. His silver-rimmed glasses slipped as he stared at the doorway in shock.
***
Elder Ge coughed into his sleeve and set down his porcelain teacup with a clatter.
