Fang Zheng navigated his way to the depths of the black market with ease.
Sure enough,
he encountered the stallholder, known by the nickname 'Ghost Daoist', at the same place they had traded last time.
"Fellow Taoist."
Recognizing Fang Zheng as he approached, the Ghost Daoist spoke excitedly:
"You finally arrived, I was afraid you wouldn't come. I haven't missed a single day these past days, so as not to miss you."
"Oh!"
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow:
"It seems the Daoist urgently needs the ginseng essence in my possession?"
"Uh..." The Ghost Daoist paused, slightly embarrassed:
"It's not that urgent, but ginseng essence is as hard to come by as my Yin Soul Pearl. The more, the better when the opportunity arises."
"Is that so?" Fang Zheng supported his chin:
"I've heard that ginseng essence is far rarer than Yin Soul Pearls."
"Who told you that?" The Ghost Daoist gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh:
