It was a bright red hand fan, lying on a mat used in street stalls.

The seller was a middle-aged man in his forties.

If this were to happen a few days ago, back when Alex hadn’t achieved Spirit Transcendence, he wouldn’t be able to see just how special this hand fan was. Now he was sure that this was no normal fan.

There was a slight flow of natural essence around and into it.

Alex was only able to sense the essence after achieving Spirit Transcendence.

He walked over and picked the fan up,