The inn where Su Jiu was staying was fairly spacious, and her room even had a small table large enough to seat four.
A pot of clear tea sat on the table, with three people gathered around it.
If one ignored the flashing blades and clashing swords in two pairs of eyes, the scene looked reasonably harmonious.
Qiao Zirong spoke first. "My information came from a conversation between two stallholders outside an apothecary."
As he spoke, he tossed out a Recording Stone.
Su Jiu looked surprised. "They didn't notice you using the Recording Stone?"
Qiao Zirong shook his head. "I had a Concealment Breath Talisman and a Concealment Talisman stuck to me when I used it."
Once spiritual qi was infused into the Recording Stone, an image slowly unfurled in midair like a curtain of water.
The two people in the image appeared to be stallholders, one selling pills and the other talismans, though neither seemed to be doing particularly good business.
The younger-looking one, a green-haired girl, was a demon cultivator who had lived for over three hundred years.
"Business just keeps getting harder," the tree demon girl said to the man at the neighboring stall in a sweet, clear voice, a trace of worry on her face.
The man was a human Dao cultivator, but he was clearly on good terms with the tree demon girl, and they seemed to have known each other for quite some time. Su Jiu guessed they might be permanent residents of Nameless City. If so, their words would carry considerable credibility.
The male cultivator sounded somewhat helpless too. "It'll be better once those outsiders leave."
The girl pursed her lips in displeasure. "That means waiting three months!"
"But have you noticed how many outsiders have been coming into Nameless City lately? A