Xu Yunfan chuckled softly. The Iron Masked Man before him had merely achieved minor success in training, not even qualifying as a martial artist, yet his tone was so boastful. That truly surprised him.
At once, he lost interest. Since the Iron Masked Man was being so secretive, the Golden Crow Bone Forging Chapter could not possibly be genuine.
Even if it truly was real martial arts, it was probably just a bait-and-switch.
Xu Yunfan stood before the Iron Masked Man in silence for a moment, then turned and left without a word.
Seeing Xu Yunfan like this, the Iron Masked Man's gaze flickered. He slightly raised the Judge's Brush in his hand and stared intently at Xu Yunfan's departing back.
After a long while, the Judge's Brush at the Iron Masked Man's wrist suddenly flicked up half an inch. The silver-iron Judge's Brush struck the inkstone, scattering tiny sparks.
After wandering around the entire Black Market, Xu Yunfan found not only hawked martial arts manuals, but also all sorts of medicinal herbs whose names he did not know, giving off a rich medicinal fragrance.
A passage devoted to selling herbs was filled with a strange medicinal scent.
A masked old woman in a purple satin jacket carried a wicker basket, her twig-like fingers sorting through dried Crimson Blood Vine.
Beside a man in a bamboo hat sat a three-legged bronze cauldron. Dark green medicinal liquid bubbled within it, while a flagpole stood beside him.
'Hundred Herb Soup, strengthens the blood and qi.'
Xu Yunfan's nostrils twitched as he caught the earthy stink drifting from a pile of "hundred-year-old ginseng" fifteen paces away—it was clearly fake, made from dyed platycodon roots.
"Damn it... it really is a Black Market."
Xu Yunfan cursed inwardly.
He did inspect the weapon stalls carefully.