Chen Lin was surprised that this little shop actually knew about the Lamp-Lighting Fruit.
Still, he asked hopefully, "Since you say that, shopkeeper, does your shop happen to have one? How much does it cost?"
The shopkeeper was a middle-aged woman who still retained her charms. She glanced at Chen Lin, then stretched languidly and rose from her chair.
"You must be joking, fellow Daoist. How could a little shop like mine have something like that?"
Disappointment immediately crossed Chen Lin's face, and he turned to leave.
"Wait!"
The female proprietress stopped Chen Lin. When he turned back, she smiled. "You certainly are impatient, fellow Daoist. My shop may not have it, but I know where you can find it."
Chen Lin looked at her expressionlessly. "Then what are you proposing, shopkeeper?"
Judging by the way she was playing her cards, she probably would not give him the information easily.
Sure enough, the female proprietress raised one finger. "One spirit crystal, and I'll tell you!"
Chen Lin gave a cold laugh. "You certainly dare to open your lion's maw wide, shopkeeper. Do you take me for a fool with money to burn?"
A low-grade spirit treasure only cost fifty-odd spirit crystals, yet she dared demand one spirit crystal for a mere piece of information. She was treating him like an idiot.
He had probably sounded too eager when he asked, giving her the idea of pocketing an easy profit.
"Heh."
The female proprietress chuckled lightly.
"Don't get so worked up, fellow Daoist. My shop may be small, but I, Qu Sanniang, have always dealt honestly with young and old alike. If I'm asking for one spirit crystal, that means the information is worth that price. Besides, you probably won't find anyone else in Qianyuan City who knows its exact location."