Immortal Alliance City, Spirit Cultivation Street!
Fate Comes Artifact Refining Shop.
Behind the counter.
The cold-faced Old Daoist, reclining in a rocking chair that swayed back and forth, suddenly opened his clouded eyes.
At the same time.
The rocking chair stopped swaying!
The cold-faced Old Daoist's murky gaze turned toward the entrance of the shop.
Three figures stood in the doorway.
At the sight.
A strange light flashed through Cheng Buzheng's eyes. He immediately rose to his feet and went to greet them.
"Please, Fellow Daoists!"
Cheng Buzheng said with a smile, extending a hand in invitation.
At his words.
A beautiful woman among the three stepped forward.
Madam Ma's eyes were like water as she smiled radiantly.
"Forgive us for disturbing your peace, Elder Brother. This humble woman greets you!"
As she spoke, Madam Ma gave the cold-faced Old Daoist a respectful curtsy.
Cheng Buzheng, the cold-faced Old Daoist, chuckled and waved his hand.
"Madam, you are too polite!"
"Please!"
At this.
The three did not exchange any further pleasantries. Led by Cheng Buzheng, they entered a small room on the left side of the shop's main hall.
The room was not large, but it had all the tables and chairs one could need. It was the shop's reception room.
After the three took their seats, Cheng Buzheng served each of them a cup of Spirit Tea.
Then.
Seated upright in a grandmaster chair, Cheng Buzheng glanced at the three and asked with a smile:
"May I ask what treasure you Fellow Daoists wish to have refined?"
After all, it was not uncommon in the Immortal Alliance for several friends to come together to commission the refinement of treasures.
The more treasure-refining orders there were, the greater the profit, and thus the more leverage they had to negotiate with