Not to mention, there were still other jobs in the city. Left with no choice, they could only let mortals in to help.
Of course, these were not ordinary mortals either. They had all been carefully selected and had a certain understanding of the immortal cultivation world. To use a vivid comparison, they were somewhat like the outer disciples accepted by cultivator sects.
The waiter before him was the same.
After listening to his explanation, Lin Xuan stopped caring. In truth, he had only been curious on a whim. Whether there were mortals of the Ink Moon Tribe in this city within a city—what did that have to do with him?
"Mm. What good magic tools does this shop have? Introduce one or two to me. Price is not an issue."
Hearing Lin Xuan speak so grandly, the waiter was naturally delighted. Bowing and scraping, he said, "Please sit comfortably, honored sir. This lowly one will be right back."
As he spoke, he led Lin Xuan to a table and had him sit down. A maid also served fragrant tea.
Lin Xuan was not in a hurry. He simply sipped his tea while looking around. Whether it was because this shop was rather small, he did not know, but for a long while no other Witchers came to patronize it. Lin Xuan could not help finding it secretly amusing. Those fellows really had no eye for quality.
Before long, the waiter came running in while carrying several brocade boxes, looking slightly strained.
"Immortal Master, please take a look." The waiter opened a brocade box as though presenting a treasure, and a curved saber appeared before him.
The saber was crescent-shaped, with a thick back and thin edge. Its entire body was pitch-black, similar to the spiritual tool Luo Yi had