"Why are you following me?" Yuan Ming asked, seeing that the silver-haired man in front of him showed no signs of making a move, and tried to remain calm.
"Earlier at the Ten Thousand Goods Immortal Trip, I overheard Fellow Daoist trading High Grade Soul Refining Elixirs. I wonder if Fellow Daoist still has any Soul Refining Elixirs?" The silver-haired man clasped his hands in salute, with a quite sincere attitude.
"Are you from the Ten Thousand Goods Immortal Trip?" Yuan Ming frowned.
The business he discussed with that fat steward in the quiet chamber should have been inaudible to outsiders, except for those from the Ten Thousand Goods Immortal Trip themselves.
