Ye Jingcheng looked over, and the others followed his gaze until it settled on a cultivator wearing a Spirit-Isolating Robe.
The heat in Ye Jingcheng's eyes cooled slightly. He did not speak at once, but after a moment's thought, he sent a voice transmission:
"Don't tell me the Spring Spirit Cold Marrow is in the Southern Region—or in one of the Central Region's three demonic-cultivator prefectures?"
His eyes were full of challenge. The trade fair might have set prices, and information could be exchanged for treasures.
But that information had to be accurate, and the place had to be reachable—not somewhere in the Southern Region or inside a demonic sect's territory.
He even had to wonder whether this was a trap set by demonic cultivators.
After all, the Ye Family bore grudges against both the Penglai Sect and the Profound Heaven Sect.
Even Ye Jingcheng himself would have other ideas if he had a chance to encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator from either faction.
"Given your present standing and circumstances, fellow Daoist, you would be safe anywhere. Why must it be in the Central Region? Besides, if it were in some ordinary location there, would you still need me to tell you about it?" The man's voice transmission came through the void again.
He spoke at an unhurried pace, his words almost spellbinding. The severity in Ye Jingcheng's expression eased.
"How about this? I'll give you two pieces of information in exchange for a lesser dragon claw."
A flood dragon's most precious parts were undoubtedly its horns, tendons, Nascent Soul, claws, essence blood, and scales.
Two pieces of information for one dragon claw might not be a good bargain for others, but for Ye Jingcheng, it was certainly worth it.
That was what he thought. Outwardly, he remained impassive and