Thinking about it carefully, this ghost place really does seem a bit off.
Wen Yan confirmed it with Zhuge Wanjun, plus the hint from the Natural Enemy profession, so he stopped paying attention to Old Meng's affairs.
At least, he didn't have to worry about Old Meng retaliating afterwards; the guy truly had no intention of making enemies.
Zhuge Wanjun said Old Meng, this shady trader, his flaw is being a mercenary, but his advantage is he never sells fakes. Plus, no matter how ugly things get, as long as he's willing to do business with you, he doesn't care about anything else.
Wen Yan put away the small gold grain. For something that could make even a shady trader's eyes light up, it surely wasn't simple.
He had heard those two muttered phrases clearly.
Previously he thought this thing might not be of much use for now, not that versatile, because they all said the Water God's cultivation was more about accumulating merit; everyone—and every place—was different.
