Once Vogue and all the others had each claimed their allocated items, the first floor's treasures were completely distributed. Nothing remained on the black shelves except empty spaces where valuable items had rested moments before.
As for the meditative prayer mat that Mr. Yun had briefly examined earlier, Vogue noticed with some amusement that the white-clothed old man had already tossed it dismissively onto the floor without paying it any further attention. Apparently the mat had been deemed worthless after closer inspection.
Similarly, the small emerald-green plant that had been sitting by the window—the Yinfocus Herb that Sean's assistant had commented on earlier—remained untouched. Several cultivators had glanced at it and clearly recognized what it was, but no one showed any interest in claiming it.
