"What information are you looking into? What information is there to look into?"
Huang Bai knowingly asked, but his expression gave nothing away.
Partridge Whistle naturally had no idea that Huang Bai already knew why they had come.
Afraid that Old Foreigner might let something slip, he quickly took over the conversation.
"We deal in medicinal herbs. We came here to inquire about several rare herbs. If there are any suitable ones, I'm willing to purchase them at a high price."
Having traveled far and wide over the years, he possessed vast experience in the martial world. He lied with a perfectly calm expression, without the slightest trace of panic.
They did not raid tombs for wealth, but the things they casually brought out were enough to feed an ordinary person for several lifetimes. Claiming to be herb merchants did not seem out of place.
Seeing that his senior brother had started the conversation, Old Foreigner immediately chimed in.
"That's right. If you have the herbs we need, the price can be negotiated."
Huang Bai did not expose them. He merely smiled.
"It's getting late. Let's find a household to stay the night first."
After all that delay, the sun was sinking along the edge of the mountains. Wandering around the mountains any longer would no longer be seeking lodging—it would be asking for trouble.
Huang Bai led the three down the mountain and borrowed rooms from a familiar household.
When the mountain dweller saw Huang Bai at his door, he was overwhelmed with gratitude and immediately wanted to slaughter a chicken for his guests. He insisted that an honored benefactor had come by and must not be treated poorly.
However, Huang Bai and the others declined, saying they were exhausted from the journey. They only ate a simple meal