"Three Hao Yang Level Flying Boat tickets." Chen Ye, slightly tipsy, held a wine jug in one hand, while a storage bag flickered into view in his other hand, which he tossed to the ticket-selling cultivator.
"Hao Yang Level Flying Boat tickets?" On hearing Chen Ye's words, many people cast peculiar glances his way. A hundred thousand Low Grade Spirit Stones are no small sum; these people are truly extravagant.
"I wondered who it was; turns out it's that old drunkard Chen Ye from the Xinn Family Chamber of Commerce." Someone glanced at Chen Ye a few times, then promptly scoffed.
Ever since Chen Ye stayed near the Demon Territory Mountain, he's traveled this route countless times over many years. So, anyone who ceaselessly travels this route, or the nearby cultivators, basically knows him.
Additionally, Chen Ye has a famous reputation for being dirt poor.
