Wang Daoyuan could not conveniently reveal his identity now, so he pretended not to know the Cold Flood Dragon.
With the Cold Flood Dragon's level of cultivation, he could not see through Wang Daoyuan's disguise.
He, Wang Demao, and the Silver Flood Dragon all bowed to the Cold Flood Dragon.
Afterward, a Golden Core Cultivator from the Wan Chuan Merchant Guild escorted the Cold Flood Dragon out. The other two followed Wang Demao to a spacious secret chamber on the second floor.
Wang Demao cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoists, take out whatever good things you have."
The Silver Flood Dragon produced six Spirit Beast Bags. "These are our gains from this trip. Fellow Daoist Wang, have a look."
Wang Demao swept his divine sense over the six Spirit Beast Bags one by one. His expression remained extremely calm as he inspected the Demon Beast corpses.
After all, quite a few people hunted Demon Beasts in the Extreme Cold Ice Plains, and the Wan Chuan Merchant Guild's shops purchased more Demon Beast corpses than anything else.
But when he saw the bag containing the two wolf pups, delight appeared on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Silver Flood Dragon, your harvest truly was substantial. Five Third-order Howling Moon Wolf corpses, as well as two living wolf pups."
Wang Daoyuan secretly shook his head. Wang Demao could not yet keep his joy and anger hidden from his face; he still needed some tempering.
The Silver Flood Dragon smiled. "Just a modest harvest. You have seen the goods, so name a price.
"I have been a regular customer of your establishment for years. The price must be a little favorable."
"That is easily settled. The Wan Chuan Merchant Guild has always believed in doing as the locals do.
"In Snow Dragon City, all