The person in front of him, with a sturdy figure and rough features, was the merchant Lin Zifeng had sold inscription stones to the last time he came to the Beiyao Ancient Clan!
"Shopkeeper, are you still selling inscription stones?"
Lin Zifeng's hearty laughter reached the merchant returning from selling goods, prompting him to respond without thinking: "Yes, come buy them at the market tomorrow."
"Pfft..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zifeng almost burst into laughter. Could it be that the merchant mistook him for his clansman?
Striding forward, Lin Zifeng suddenly slapped the merchant's shoulder. He then turned around, about to speak, but upon seeing Lin Zifeng's smiling face, he stuttered and became hesitant.
Taking in the merchant's appearance, Lin Zifeng chuckled softly and said, "What's wrong, shopkeeper? Don't you recognize me?"
"Yes, yes, yes... I recognize you, you're Lin Zifeng!"
Lin Zifeng...
