"Is this really Longevity Rice?" Duobao pinched a man-made Jade Dew Bead, inspecting it with his big eyes and then his small eyes. He stared at the crimson dot on the bead, his face full of suspicion.
"Don't want it? Then give it back?" Chen Mu held out his hand.
"This is Longevity Rice!" Duocai snatched the Jade Dew Bead from Duobao's hand, his face certain.
"It looks like it, tastes like it—whoever dares say it isn't Longevity Rice, I'll pick a fight with them!"
You really knew which way the wind blew.
Chen Mu casually tossed over a Small Cloth Bag filled with man-made Jade Dew Beads.
"Isn't this a bit too much?" Duocai weighed the unusually heavy bag, somewhat hesitant.
"Half is repayment of the debt. The rest is your hiring fee. I need you two to help me find some things."
"Nothing difficult. Any information related to Mist Ridge will do."
"For example, strange tales and anecdotes about Mist Ridge, historical stories about White Bird City, or route maps leading to other great cities in Mist Ridge."
"No problem!" Duocai and Duobao exchanged a glance, then looked at the bulging cloth bag and readily agreed.
Qing'an District, Fan Chamber.
Two old men sat at a square table in the corner.
"Have you heard? Old Gongsun is dead." One of them, an old man with a red nose, spoke softly.
"It was the Black Wind Demon. When the City Defense Battalion got there, only one leg was left."
"That shouldn't be possible." The white-haired old man opposite him frowned.
"Old Gongsun had chanted the Rootless Sutra his entire life. Even if he never cultivated a Divine Ability, he shouldn't have encountered the Black Wind Demon."
"Unless..." As he spoke, his expression changed. He looked at the wine-nosed