Seeing the old man speak so seriously, she put away her playful thoughts and waved her hand, saying: "Shopkeeper, I have important matters to attend to in the Snow Mountain and cannot leave for a while. It would be better if you clearly explained what this is all about to me."
"Well..." Shopkeeper Hulian looked troubled, pondering for a few moments before gritting his teeth to say, "Fine, do you know what the special product of the Hulian Tribe is?"
How would she know this? "This place backs onto the Snow Mountain, could it be furs and some rare herbs?"
Shopkeeper Hulian gave a wry smile: "Haha, if it were that simple, it would be good. There's something else here that's special, humans!"
Humans? Can humans be considered a special product? Isn't the South Continent filled with humans?
"More than three hundred years ago..." The shopkeeper had just begun to mumble out a few words when footsteps sounded behind him, followed by a heavy slap on his shoulder:
