"Uncle De, I'm begging you. I only need one stalk of Light Spirit Grass."
"Didn't I tell you to get lost? Did you hear me?" A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy radiated from the shopkeeper's body, as though he was already preparing to strike.
"Who is this person?"
Lin Xuan walked over, a trace of doubt flashing through his eyes. The young man pleading so bitterly looked to be around twenty, yet he had not the slightest spiritual power. Clearly, he was nothing more than an ordinary mortal.
"I'm sorry, Senior. I've disturbed you." The shopkeeper hurriedly turned his head, his face instantly changing back into an amiable expression as he smiled ingratiatingly.
Lin Xuan said nothing, still looking at him calmly.
Sensing the displeasure in Lin Xuan's eyes, the shopkeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. A Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator was not someone he could afford to offend, so he quickly and cleverly began explaining, "This man is Wu Li. His father was originally also an immortal cultivator, but he has no spiritual root. He is merely an ordinary mortal."
"A mortal?" Although Lin Xuan had already seen that Wu Li had never cultivated, hearing this, he still could not hide the surprise in his eyes. "How can a mortal come here?"
No wonder Lin Xuan was curious. As far as he knew, restrictions were laid around every cultivators' market. Although they were all the crudest kind, things like eye-deceiving spells, and could be seen through with just the Spirit Eye Technique, it was impossible for mortals to barge in no matter what.
"Senior may not know this, but Wu Li's father originally did business in this market as well. Although Wu Li has no spiritual root, he grew up here from childhood. After his father died,