The other party froze, then realization dawned. Even through the mask, it was clear he was beaming with joy.
With money exchanged for the item, the deal was settled.
The linen-clothed youth turned and left without hesitation.
Xu Yunfan glanced at the pitch-black silk cloth in his hand, then turned without a second thought and quickly left the Black Market.
A thin layer of frost coated the bluestone bridge. The crippled Daoist, wrapped in a greasy, shining cotton robe, sat with an air of profound composure.
As Xu Yunfan crossed the stone bridge, the crippled Daoist, still sitting on a dilapidated stool by the side, extended a wooden pole to block his path.
The pole, thrust before Xu Yunfan's knees, stirred up fine shards of ice.
"Ten silver taels for the entry fee."
Xu Yunfan was taken aback. After a moment of silence, he took out some silver taels from his robes and tossed them to the crippled Daoist.
