Was this woman Lian Sanyue? The world really was full of such coincidences. Zhang Yuanqing could not help but marvel at the wonder of fate and the unpredictability of destiny.
It turned out he had seen Lian Sanyue long ago—in Steward Pang's memory fragments.
But on second thought, that phone capable of cursing people through text messages had been used by Steward Pang to assassinate his colleagues.
In that case, the origin of the item had to remain concealed. Ordinary Spirit Realm Walkers had limited means of acquiring items, while the House of Myriad Treasures, with its vast and varied collection of items and impeccable reputation, was the best possible choice.
"Are you here to buy something, buy intelligence, or take a look around the black market?" The woman behind the cashier counter raised her eyes and leisurely exhaled a dense plume of white smoke.
Her voice was languid and seductive. Combined with the way she exhaled smoke, she looked exactly like a wealthy madam from the old days smoking opium.
—Reclining on a couch, savoring the tobacco, her voice lazy yet pleasant.
Zhang Yuanqing did not answer. He took off his backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out three boxes of limited-edition Cuban cigars.
He placed the three boxes of cigars on the counter and smiled.
"A small token of appreciation."
"Oh, it's you~" Lian Sanyue's eyes lit up when she saw the three boxes of cigars. "Li Chunfeng said you were good at socializing, and he wasn't wrong at all. This gift has gone straight to your big sister's heart."
That "oh" immediately brought a vivid figure to Zhang Yuanqing's mind—the proprietress of the Dragon Gate Inn.
As for Lian Sanyue seeing through his identity, that was no surprise. Giving her the cigars had been his way of revealing