Li Yang did not particularly like merchants.
It was probably because he had seen far too many profiteering *** on Blue Star in his previous life.
But if he could learn the secrets of Mu Zangfeng's and Holy Son Qianyang's trump cards from her, he could muster the patience to sit down and talk.
Everything above the third floor of the Nine Cauldrons Treasure House had been left open to the sky, but seeing Li Yang sit so casually in a chair, the woman could only steel herself and take a seat.
After all, a merchant who dared build a market on a battlefield had nerves of steel.
The woman brewed a pot of tea, sitting beneath the open sky.
As she poured tea for Li Yang with a gentle gurgle, she smiled faintly and asked:
"Should I address you as Fellow Daoist Qin Feng or Fellow Daoist Li Yang?"
"Fellow Daoist will do," Li Yang answered offhandedly.
His answer made it clear that he did not want too many ties with her.
"This is my senior brother Li," Ning Xi introduced him, sounding rather enthusiastic.
Li Yang glanced at her.
"This is my good friend, Shen Yaoyin," Ning Xi introduced her, then said helplessly, "Senior brother, you're far too violent. You should at least show her some courtesy. Given how efficiently you kill, you'll inevitably need her help fencing your loot in the future."
Li Yang did not like the sound of that:
"What do you mean, fencing loot? You make me sound like an evil fiend who specializes in murder and robbery. These are all spoils I earned by killing day and night!"
"It's quite all right," Shen Yaoyin said. "The Nine Cauldron Merchant Association has never feared spoils of dubious origin, nor whatever trouble might be tangled