Song Wen stepped into the Mystic Medicine Pavilion, and a maid immediately came forward to greet him.
"Senior, what would you like to purchase?"
"Intelligence," Song Wen said.
"For intelligence transactions, please proceed to the rear courtyard."
As she spoke, the maid raised a hand toward the courtyard behind the shop, then led the way.
The Mystic Medicine Pavilion did a thriving business in medicinal herbs and pills, with customers constantly coming and going in the front hall. Intelligence, however, generally involved secrets and naturally could not be traded in public.
After passing through a corridor, Song Wen found an exquisite little garden before him.
Buildings enclosed the garden on three sides, housing numerous private rooms.
The maid ushered Song Wen into a rather small private room, invited him to sit, and poured him tea before asking her question.
"May I ask what sort of intelligence you wish to purchase, Senior?"
Song Wen lifted the teacup from the table beside him, took a light sip, and spoke slowly.
"You cannot provide what I want. Call your manager."
"Well..." The maid hesitated.
"I am a Void Refinement cultivator," Song Wen added.
The maid's eyes widened slightly. Fear immediately crossed her face, and she bent her knees, about to kneel.
"Please forgive me, Senior. I had eyes yet failed to recognize Mount Tai..."
"No need."
Song Wen interrupted her and sent out a strand of magical power to stop her from kneeling.
The maid was only at Foundation Establishment and could not gauge the depth of his cultivation. Her reservations were perfectly understandable.
After all, not everyone was qualified to meet the Mystic Medicine Pavilion's manager.
"Go inform your manager," Song Wen said.
"Yes! Please wait a moment, Senior."
With that, the maid hurried out of the private room.
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