Lin Hui entered the city of stone pillars alongside several ox carts carrying vegetables.
The streets here were quiet, filled only with footsteps and the low moos of cattle and horses. Everyone purposefully used the small flags on crossbars beside the stone pillars to identify their destinations before going in and out to conduct their business.
Lin Hui carefully deciphered the flags. Even at his speed, it took him over half an hour to find, at a secluded street corner, a thick, squat stone pillar with a crude wooden staircase built at its entrance.
"Lark Residence—Raw Medicinal Herb Trading Center."
Pushing open the door, Lin Hui immediately saw a wooden table directly opposite the entrance, packed densely with all sorts of medicinal herbs. Small slips marked with prices and quality were attached as labels.
Behind the table, an old man wearing glasses sat with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through a small book.
"What do you need? Look for yourself. Minimum order is ten portions. No individual sales," the old man recited casually without even looking up.
"Do you have Spirit-Gathering Grass?" Lin Hui asked directly.
"Yes, but it's rather expensive. How much do you want? You know the market price, right?" The old man looked up, somewhat surprised.
"How much per stalk here?" Lin Hui swept his gaze around and discovered that there was actually a small tea-drinking hall on the left. A few people sat scattered within, and books lay on the tables for anyone to browse.
When he entered, two customers seated near the door looked up at him. Curiosity clearly flashed through the eyes of one of them, a woman in a white hat.
Lin Hui had also noticed how different he was from the locals.
Nearly everyone here had turquoise-green eyes, and their