Generally speaking, there were three places where news circulated most freely.
The first was naturally the pleasure quarters, where fish and dragons mingled and people from every walk of life gathered. The second was a major merchant association. Such organizations had powerful backing and branches scattered far and wide, and their information was often firsthand. The last was a marketplace, where truth and falsehood mingled. News was plentiful there, but unreliable.
"Fellow Daoist, how much are you asking for this flying sword?"
"My flying sword isn't for sale. I'll only trade it." In a corner, a man in a black cloak, otherwise ordinarily dressed, spoke in a hoarse voice.
As he spoke, he eyed the three men warily.
The blond man's blood and qi surged powerfully. His cultivation had to be considerable.
Golden light flickered in the eyes of the shifty-looking fat Daoist as he employed some extraordinary eye technique. One glance was enough to see he was no ordinary man.
As for the young man asking the question, he seemed utterly unremarkable. But the cloaked man had roamed the Cultivation World for hundreds of years and weathered great winds and waves. Precisely because of that, he knew how terrifying such an expert could be.
His strength ran deep, almost to the point of returning to pristine simplicity.
"What sort of treasure would you like in exchange, Fellow Daoist?" Luo Yan asked patiently.
"A pill or divine medicine that can heal injuries! At the very least, it must be effective at the Saint realm!" the cloaked man said gravely.
Duan De reminded him from the side, "Fellow Daoist, a precious medicine like that is almost impossible to find anywhere in the world. This flying sword of yours isn't enough! Besides, it isn't intact. The Dao patterns within it have dimmed