Chen Lin was rather tempted by the old man's proposal, but he would not accept a price of three steamers of buns.
Although the Soul Steamed Buns cost him practically nothing, and his current talent ability was strong enough that he no longer needed a qi luck object to bolster it, if he brought out too many, the old man would sell whatever he could not eat. Chen Lin worried that this would affect his exchange for Carefree Coins tomorrow.
Besides, handing them over too readily would make the old man think they were worth little.
After some thought, he said, "These buns aren't easy to make, so three steamers are out of the question. I can give you one at most."
"Two!"
The old man held up two fingers, his tone as firm as iron.
Chen Lin shook his head. "How about this: one and a half steamers, but you must explain that Nightmare Realm scenario to me in detail and sign a contract guaranteeing that you aren't lying."
The old man frowned, seemingly displeased.
But after glancing at the almost empty steamer, he nodded and agreed to the trade.
A quarter of an hour later.
Chen Lin and Huangfu Qingrou left the old man's stall, a new box in Chen Lin's hands.
"Husband, is the Nightmare Realm really that dangerous?"
Huangfu Qingrou looked at the box and asked curiously.
Before she began following Chen Lin, she had barely heard anything about the Nightmare Realm and had paid it no attention. Only after they got together did she begin taking an interest.
But few people in Three Pillars City knew about the Nightmare Realm. Even those who did turned pale at its mention, let alone explored it.
She knew that Chen Lin and Yang Qianxing explored the Nightmare Realm,