"Of course we do. Moreover, our shop never asks where treasures came from when buying them. You will have no worries afterward, Senior." The attendant asked with a smile, "May I ask what treasure it is, Senior? Would you be willing to show it to me?"
Song Wen said, "This item is quite valuable. Please fetch your manager."
"Please wait a moment, Senior. I will fetch the manager right away," the attendant said.
Before long, the attendant emerged from a side door inside the shop, following a woman.
The woman was unremarkable in appearance and looked to be in her forties. She had the shrewd air peculiar to merchants, and her cultivation was at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
"Sorry for the wait, fellow Daoist." The woman wore a faintly apologetic expression. "What would you like to sell?"
Song Wen did not answer. Instead, he swept his gaze around the shop.
Aside from himself, the woman before him, and the attendant who had greeted him, there were other customers and attendants inside.
The woman immediately understood what Song Wen meant and spoke apologetically.
"That was careless of me. This is no place to talk. Please follow me, fellow Daoist."
Following the woman, Song Wen passed through the side door into the shop's rear courtyard and entered a tearoom.
After inviting Song Wen to sit, the woman made tea for him while exchanging pleasantries.
Through their conversation, Song Wen learned that the woman's name was Ye Xuan. This confirmed a suspicion he had harbored for some time: Treasure Source Hall, and indeed the entire Ghost Market, had deep ties to the Ye Family.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Hua, what would you like to sell?" Ye Xuan asked.
Ye Hua was the false name Song Wen had given her.
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