Moreover, two fellows were in the middle of an animated argument over something.
Lin Xuan's brows rose, and he walked over.
"No. That thing of yours is useless to me. If you want this venerable one's talisman, bring something else to trade."
"These are Devil Heart Grass seeds. In terms of value, they're more than enough to trade for your talisman."
"Devil Heart Grass seeds?"
When Lin Xuan heard this, his heart pounded wildly. No way. He had worn out iron shoes searching in vain, only to find it without the slightest effort. Others might not know Devil Heart Grass, but to Lin Xuan, it was something he had dreamed of day and night. That was no exaggeration, because Devil Heart Grass seeds were one of the important ingredients for refining the Spirit Division Pill.
He had originally come to the Fu Family to look for talismans, but unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he had run into such a treasure. Naturally, Lin Xuan had no reason to miss it, and he quickened his steps as he walked over.
What came into view was an unremarkable little stall. In front of it stood a member of the Devil Race in his early thirties. In terms of build and appearance, he was ninety percent similar to a human cultivator. The only difference was that a half-foot-long horn grew from the very center of his forehead, making him look both comical and ridiculous.
However, a man could not be judged by his appearance, nor the sea measured with a dipper. This fellow did not look like much, but he was an Ancient Demon at the Dongxuan level, and his strength was anything but ordinary.
Logically speaking, a fellow of this level should keep joy and anger from showing on his face, but