To be fair, the quality of these three treasures was quite good. At least by the standards of the Marketplace, they had far exceeded his expectations.
However, when cultivators fought, attack power was important, but defense was also indispensable. Lin Xuan's Mystic Cyan Mother-Child Shield was certainly wondrous, but using it would expose his identity. For safety's sake, Lin Xuan had no choice but to seek another treasure.
"You still want a defensive Dharma Treasure, fellow Daoist? Our shop naturally has them. Do you still want a rare piece?"
"Exactly. As long as the item is good, price is no issue." Lin Xuan's calm voice entered his ears.
"Good. With those words from you, fellow Daoist, that's enough. Please wait a moment. I'll be back shortly."
"Suit yourself."
The middle-aged member of the Devil Race cupped his fist toward Lin Xuan, then strode away, not even bothering to clear away the things on the table.
But the instant he stepped out the door, Lin Xuan sensed several strands of Lihe-level spiritual pressure locking firmly onto him. Needless to say, they were preventing him from snatching away the treasures on the table. Although there were not many people who would dare do such a thing in the Marketplace, necessary precautions would certainly not be lacking.
Lin Xuan naturally would never do such a thing. He leisurely began sipping his tea.
The fruits tasted quite good as well.
This time, Lin Xuan likewise did not wait long.
In merely the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the other party returned.
Just as before, behind him followed a pretty maidservant, holding a tray covered by a piece of red silk.
Lin Xuan did not release his divine sense, because doing so would be completely unnecessary. The other party would soon