The cultivator selling pecans was dressed in a black Daoist robe, with a spirit-blocking veil obscuring their face.
This was rare in the market, where most were clan cultivators, familiar with each other, often having elders present.
The pecans were placed alone on a piece of golden brocade cloth.
Covered by a translucent jade bowl.
Through the jade bowl, the pecans appeared pale yellow, still with fresh dirt on them.
Clearly recently harvested.
Unlike ordinary spirit fruits that grow above ground, these pecans grow underground. Those unfamiliar with their habits, or who do not recognize their stems and leaves, often miss this kind of spirit fruit.
Ye Jingcheng glanced at the cultivator and then asked if he could take a closer look.
Upon receiving a nod of confirmation, he slightly lifted the jade bowl, revealing fine roots on the spirit fruit.
"Fellow Daoist, for how much are you selling these pecans?"
