Even as he left, the old senior never told Pan Long who he was.
Pan Long did not ask. Even when someone later took the senior's place to discuss business with him, he did not ask that person about the senior's identity.
If the man had not said, why should he ask?
Some people in the Martial World spent every day dreaming of fame and fortune. They would carry a megaphone everywhere if they could, repeating "I am Lü Fengxian of Baotou" around the clock. Naturally, others were the exact opposite, forever shrouded in mystery. Ask one of them his name, and he would only say, "I'm an unknown nobody, not worth mentioning."
Pan Long normally had no objection to giving his name, but he often slipped on a disguise himself and came out with something like, "I am Dan Fu."
The Paijiao member who took over the business dealings was around forty. He looked rather thin, and curiously enough, he did not seem to have trained in martial arts either.
A little curious, Pan Long asked, "Sir, are you a practitioner of the mystic arts too?"
The old senior had probably given him instructions before leaving, for the man was quite cordial. He smiled and replied, "Whenever our Paijiao goes out on business, the 'raft head' responsible for negotiations is always a practitioner of the mystic arts. Without a few esoteric tricks, you can't command the room."
"Wouldn't a martial artist do?" Pan Long asked curiously.
"Martial artists are everywhere. Nobody thinks much of them," the man replied. "Practitioners of the mystic arts are much rarer. That rarity alone makes many people treat us considerably better."
Having explained that detail, he produced a sheet of paper. "This is our catalog. See if anything catches your eye. I'll give it