The old man was called Yu Yan, and they called him Master Yu. He was the most qualified appraiser in Goldwave Immortal Pavilion, and practically more than half of the appraisers in the Treasure Exchange Hall were his disciples or the disciples of his disciples, so the height of his prestige was obvious.

Logically speaking, such a figure ought to be sitting behind the scenes and enjoying a time of leisure, yet Master Yu still arrived at the Treasure Exchange Hall early in the morning every single day, and he’d honored his duty for five hundred years without wavering in the slightest.

Perhaps it was easy to persist for a few years yet persisting every single day for an entire five hundred years was enough to arouse admiration in the hearts of all.

Even an ordinary thing had become extraordinary.

If one was able to  immerse one’s self into any job and persist to the point it became a part of one’s existence, then it was something worthy of pride and respect.

Chen Xi didn’t know about Master Yu Yan, yet he was able to sense a tranquil force from Master Yu. It was something that was tempered through the baptism of countless years, allowing one to calm one’s aura, and this caused Chen Xi to be unable to help but exclaim with admiration in his heart that the Goldwave Immortal Pavilion was really...