Zheng Songfeng was somewhat displeased with Li Chang'an.
He felt that Li Chang'an's arrival signified Zheng Qingqing's distrust in them.
"Qingqing, are you worried my old eyes have grown dim and I might misjudge something?"
He asked Zheng Qingqing directly, his old face stern.
Zheng Qingqing smiled and explained gently, "Grandmaster Songfeng, Daoist Li has had some fortuitous encounters and seen many Treasures. I feel his eye for appraisal should be quite good, so I asked him to come help."
"Seen many Treasures?"
Zheng Songfeng snorted, unimpressed.
He declared proudly, "The Treasures I've seen in my lifetime are probably more than the meals he's eaten!"
To the side, Li Chang'an remained silent.
'I have no desire to argue with an old man like this.'
Just then, Zheng Qingqing quietly sent him a Sound Transmission: "Daoist Li, he's just an old stick-in-the-mud. Don't mind him, just focus on appraising the Treasures."
