"I wonder what instructions Senior has for stopping this lowly one?" The Devil Race youth's terrified voice reached his ears. That he could still speak at a time like this proved his courage was already quite decent.
"Didn't Lin already say he wanted to take a look at the things you're selling?" Lin Xuan remained pleasant and amiable. "Young man, your memory is far too poor."
As he spoke, Lin Xuan actually crouched down and began inspecting the items on the stall.
The stall was not large, but the things on it were rather miscellaneous. Aside from two stacks of talismans, there was also a small knife-shaped devil artifact, several pieces of beast bone, half a pile of blank Talisman Paper, a small Gourd Artifact, and a Golden Ripple Brush. In an inconspicuous spot on the stall, there was also something resembling a book, looking tattered and worn.
"This is..." Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly. He still had a sense of what a low-level cultivator's possessions were like; these were probably all the odds and ends he owned. But what was with the blank Talisman Paper and Golden Ripple Brush? And that little Gourd Artifact—although it was stoppered, how could such a thing possibly block Lin Xuan's powerful divine sense? He had already seen it clearly. Inside was something like Cinnabar. "You are a disciple of the Fu Family, so why are you selling all these Talisman Crafting items? Do you not plan to study the path of Talisman Crafting in the future?"
"I've made Senior laugh. As for this junior's affairs, Senior may have already heard them just now. I am a collateral disciple of the Fu Family, and I had little talent for Talisman Crafting to begin with. Not long ago, I also committed a grave mistake and