In Suotuo City's marketplace.
Following Tang San's instructions, Tai Tan led the Strength Clan's disciples through the market in search of herb dealers.
Tai Tan, having lost an arm, stood out especially clearly in the marketplace.
Anyone who had lost an arm yet remained so vigorous could only be a Soul Master. When those herb dealers saw him, they immediately guessed that he had come looking for medicinal herbs to treat his injuries.
Soul Masters were a wealthy group. They might spend lavishly without hesitation for certain things.
It was not as though herbs capable of regrowing severed limbs did not exist, but why would anyone possessing such herbs sell them to a stranger they had never met?
"Oh, elder brother, hello, hello." Seizing the opportunity, a middle-aged herb merchant stepped forward to greet him.
Tai Tan had lived for decades and seen every sort of storm. He saw through the man's intentions at a glance. Besides, the strong scent of medicinal herbs on him explained plenty.
However, he did not rush to drive the man away. Instead, he asked, "You're a herb merchant?"
The middle-aged man smiled. "Elder brother, my name is Zhao Liu. You can call me Little Zhao. I make my living in the herb trade."
As he spoke, he unconsciously rubbed his hands together. "Elder brother, what kind of herbs are you looking for? From me, you can buy any herb currently available in Suotuo City."
"Do you have any herbs that can improve a Soul Master's talent?" Tai Tan asked casually.
Zhao Liu scratched his head and explained helplessly, "Oh, elder brother, you must be joking. I can't guarantee that such herbs don't exist anywhere on the continent, but I can guarantee that anyone who has them will either consume them personally or sell them