The final selling price of this jar of Bamboo Leaf Green was one hundred and sixty-eight taels of silver.
Strictly speaking, that price was quite good—sixty percent above its normal price at Tianmen Market, and double what Liu Xiaolou had paid. At first, he had even tested the waters by trying to fleece them, hoping to trade one jar of Bamboo Leaf Green for a spirit stone. The steward had looked at him as if he were an idiot, and by the end, even Liu Xiaolou himself felt he had gone too far and changed his demand to silver.
After selling the wine, Liu Xiaolou scratched his head and asked in disbelief, "He just bought it like that? He didn't even ask where the wine came from?"
Zuo Gaofeng smiled. "They would rather not ask. Asking would only bring them needless trouble."
Liu Xiaolou fell thoughtful. "So we really won't be in much danger if we return to the mountain openly?"
Zuo Gaofeng said, "Of course there is danger, but not much. Look, isn't it here already..."
As they spoke, several Qingyu Sect servants came up the cliff on patrol, each holding a Wooden Tablet bearing a portrait.
"Bounty on the bandits of Wulong Mountain! Five spirit stones for anyone who provides clues!" the Qingyu Sect Steward leading the escort proclaimed loudly.
Liu Xiaolou watched curiously as the group arrived before the stone cave and raised the portraits over their heads one by one for them to see. At first glance, he recognized no one, but when he saw the names written beside the portraits, his heart gave a sudden leap.
"Bandit chief, Wang clan..."
"Bandit lieutenant, Dai Shenggao..."
"Fierce bandit, Zuo Gaofeng..."
The Qingyu Sect Steward asked, "Have you seen any of these people?"
Zuo Gaofeng and Tan Bazhang