Apart from possessing the Treasure Gourd, Lin Mo's knowledge differed little from that of an ordinary outer sect disciple.
Thus, even after pondering for a long time, Lin Mo still could not figure out what that gray current of air had been.
Could this smell be why spirit insects refuse to approach the spiritheart vines?
That conclusion was barely plausible, but Lin Mo remained convinced that Gou Fengying had no good intentions. He had to keep an extra eye open.
After he spent a while in the backyard, the sky gradually darkened.
Lin Mo ate dinner, waited until Qin Sang Sang and Lin Xiaohe were fast asleep, then disguised himself again and headed to the Black Market according to the plan he had made that day.
As usual, the place was bustling, with disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect trading spirit stones and spirit liquid everywhere.
Lin Mo even suspected that quite a few inner sect disciples might be among them. But no one was willing to reveal their identity, so it remained mere speculation.
"It's been a while."
Seeing Lin Mo approach, the Black-Robed Man's eyes beneath his mask visibly brightened. He chuckled softly and said, "I had some business to attend to recently, so Junior Brother Yang temporarily managed the stall. He bought quite a few fine fruits from you."
"How are the fruits you brought this time? Whatever you have, I'll buy them all at a high price!"
As soon as he approached the stall, Lin Mo had recognized this as the first Black-Robed Man he had met, whose surname was Du.
Now he knew the second Black-Robed Man's surname as well: Yang.
"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I didn't bring many fruits this time."
Lin Mo shook his head. "Cultivating mutated spirit plants consumes