"I am Lin Feiyu. Greetings, fellow Daoists of the Green-Scaled Tribe!"
Chen Lin spotted the Green-Scaled tribespeople Luo Xiaoyu had mentioned in the market and approached them with a friendly greeting.
There were two of them, both strikingly beautiful. Apart from their faces, all their exposed skin was covered in fine green scales, making them look rather like demon foundation cultivators.
"Is there something you need, fellow Daoist?"
The slightly taller one glanced at Chen Lin with a guarded expression.
Seeing that reaction, Chen Lin realized this race would not be easy to approach. They seemed quite averse to human cultivators.
He considered for a moment, then said, "There is indeed something I would like to discuss with you two. Why don't we find a spirit food pavilion? My treat, and we can talk over a meal."
"No need!"
The taller tribesperson refused immediately.
"Just tell us what you want, fellow Daoist. Please don't waste our time."
Chen Lin's brows knitted almost imperceptibly. The response was far too brusque. If all the Green-Scaled tribespeople were like this, obtaining a Lamp-Lighting Fruit would probably be difficult.
But he could not let this opportunity slip away, so he spoke plainly. "I heard that your tribe possesses a spiritual herb called the Lamp-Lighting Fruit, which I happen to need urgently. That is why I took the liberty of troubling you both. Please forgive the intrusion."
"Lamp-Lighting Fruit? Never heard of it. You must be mistaken, fellow Daoist. Our tribe has no such thing."
With that cold reply, the tribesperson left with their companion.
Chen Lin watched them leave, then instructed Luo Xiaoyu to keep an eye out while he headed for Qu Sanniang's shop.
The shop was as deserted as ever.
Qu Sanniang was sitting idly in a chair. When she saw Chen