That night, after Qin Sang Sang and Lin Xiaohe had gone to sleep, Lin Mo disguised himself again and quietly made his way to the Black Market valley.
For some reason, the Black Market seemed rather deserted that day. Far fewer disciples had come to trade than usual.
Lin Mo did not give it much thought. As usual, he cut through the line to the "Buying and Selling" stall.
Black-Robed Du was still the one tending the stall.
He glanced at the bark mask on Lin Mo's face, then suddenly gave a low chuckle. "You're Fellow Daoist Lin Mo, this year's Spirit Plant Grand Competition champion, aren't you?"
Lin Mo's heart lurched, but nothing changed in his expression.
Having his identity exposed surprised him, but on closer thought, it seemed only natural.
Every time he came to the Black Market, he brought plenty of mutated spirit fruit. What ordinary disciple of the Spirit Plant Courtyard could do that?
This time, it was even more obvious.
He had not visited once during the seven days of the Spirit Plant Grand Competition, then appeared in the Black Market immediately after it ended.
With all those signs put together, as long as Black-Robed Du was no fool, guessing his true identity would hardly be difficult!
"The Black Market doesn't ask where people come from."
Lin Mo neither denied nor admitted his identity. His tone remained natural. "After tonight, I probably won't be coming back to the Black Market for a long time, so..."
As he spoke, he took the spirit fruit from this harvest out of his Storage Bag and said quietly, "This is everything I have. I want to exchange it for something to protect myself against flying swords and Fire Element spells at perfected Qi Refining or the Foundation Establishment Realm.