The Li Family Market.
Chen Lin arrived at the shop where he had bought the soul-condensing herb.
"Tell me where the soul-condensing herbs and other spirit herbs sold a hundred years ago came from. Leave out ordinary purchases. I only need those with unusual origins."
Without wasting words, he directly employed a secret art to question the shopkeeper.
Under the secret art's influence, the shopkeeper's expression grew somewhat vacant.
"My lord, the spirit herbs you mean were probably harvested from our Li Family's Totem Secret Realm. However, it only opens once every six hundred years. Its last opening was two hundred years ago, so another four hundred years must pass before it opens again. There's no way to verify it now."
Chen Lin's expression shifted.
The man's answer was quite plausible.
But just as he was about to inquire further, a streak of dark light suddenly appeared, slashing straight toward his head.
The Nine-Layered Armor activated on its own, easily neutralizing the attack.
It was actually a Black Feather Fan.
After missing its strike, it transformed into a Small Black Bird and flew onto the hand of a hemp-robed young man standing at the entrance.
"So you're a Runic Practitioner. No wonder you're so brazen."
The young man arched his brows.
He stepped into the shop and waved a hand. "Honored guests, we have some matters to handle today. Please do us the courtesy of leaving."
Even without his asking, the customers had no intention of lingering and hurried out one after another.
Then,
the young man glanced at Su Wanyi.
"Madam Wang, you've only just become acting patriarch, and already you want to use our Li Family to establish your authority?" he asked coldly. "You actually brought someone into our Li Family Market to use a secret art to