As he spoke, Ling Xiaohu took the lead and headed toward the towering, majestic Azure Bamboo Mountain.
"Is that so? Then does Fellow Daoist Ling have any artifacts to recommend? Preferably practical and a little cheaper... to be honest, my purse is truly empty."
Chen Han smiled with just the right amount of embarrassment.
Ling Xiaohu glanced back at Chen Han and smiled knowingly.
"I understand. Fellow Daoist Chen, why not tell me what you need and what your budget is? Though I, Ling Xiaohu, cannot be called enormously wealthy, I have spent some time making my way through cultivation Market Towns. I have seen much and know quite a bit about these cultivation items."
"Then I must thank Fellow Daoist Ling. I wonder if three Spirit Stones would be enough to find an Escape Talisman..."
Chen Han was completely bluffing Ling Xiaohu. He had a full sixteen Spirit Stones now, but a tall tree catches the wind, and wealth must not be displayed. Naturally, he would not make such a foolish mistake.
"An Escape Talisman... A budget of three Spirit Stones can still get you something useful. It depends on which kind Fellow Daoist Chen prefers..."
The two continued chatting as they walked.
As they walked on, without realizing it, the leaves above their heads grew denser and denser. Sunlight was gradually blotted out, while thick fog slowly welled up around them, reducing visibility to almost nothing.
In merely a few breaths, Chen Han felt as if he had stepped from an unremarkable little grove into an ancient forest a thousand years old.
Chen Han instinctively turned back to look at the way he had come, only to find that layer upon layer of dense fog had long since covered everything behind him.
"Fellow Daoist Ling!"
Only then did