[You sold ten pounds of Incense Sticks and received one tael of low-grade Food Spirit Incense.]
[You sold one old wooden shelf and received ten pounds of charcoal.]
[You sold ten pounds of useless soil and received eight pounds of dust.]
[You sold one string of copper coins and received one mace of mankind's faith.]
Song Ciwan rushed to use up all her remaining trade-ins for the day before Midnight.
She sold a whole mess of random things, and in the end, she even tried selling copper coins.
And then, she received something completely unexpected: one mace of faith!
'What is this?'
Faith was supposed to be formless and intangible, something that could neither be seen nor touched. But within the Heaven and Earth Scale, this one mace of faith was like a wisp of a hazy, jade-white thread, floating ethereally and faintly within.
It had been quantified, materialized!
