Just as Mo Chen was about to ask for more details, the sour-smelling man abruptly fell silent and thrust his filthy hand in front of him.
"One spirit stone!"
Mo Chen made as if to turn and leave. "Forget it. It isn't important. I won't bother looking."
Seeing how the man's eyes lit up at the sight of money, Mo Chen was certain he would cling to him rather than let him leave.
To deal with someone like this without getting fleeced, he had to be even more vicious.
Mo Chen had only taken three steps back when the man panicked and hurried over to block his way.
"Don't go! We can work this out! Pay me after I help you find him!"
Mo Chen reluctantly nodded. "Fine. If you really find him, you'll get your spirit stone."
The down-and-out cultivator led the way, taking Mo Chen through the old streets.
Eventually, he stopped before a shop whose doors had been torn off. "Here!"
Mo Chen swept out his divine sense and detected the old man's aura among a crowd on the third floor.
Unexpectedly, this fellow really had known the way.
Mo Chen tossed him a Low-Grade Spirit Stone with a dim spiritual glow.
It was only one spirit stone, after all. To Mo Chen, who had just collected his sect's reward for the Half-Limit Secret Realm, it was nothing.
He might as well give it to him.
"Hey, brat! Why'd you give me such a lousy spirit stone? Are you fucking—"
"Take it or leave it!"
Mo Chen had not expected the man to be so ungrateful. He immediately brought out his longsword and pressed it against his shoulder.
The down-and-out cultivator hurriedly caught the spirit stone. "Haha, this is plenty!"
Sometimes, he really did have to play