Today, Li Ping'an got in touch with a Black Market merchant.
He planned to exchange all the unprocessed Spirit Stones he had obtained, still full of impurities, for normal Spirit Stones.
Since he had nothing to prove his identity, he did not dare visit legitimate shops.
After arriving in Great Yu's Capital City, Li Ping'an first spent some time mingling.
He made a few friends and got to know their backgrounds thoroughly.
Only then did he find a reliable Black Market merchant.
After all, he was on enemy territory now, so he still needed to keep a low profile.
The merchant was a fat man with a mouthful of gold teeth. "Thanks to the fond regard of my brothers in the trade, they've given me the title of 'Up on Jade Cloud Peak, down ten miles of streets, unrivaled on Huai Mountain.' May I ask your name?"
Li Ping'an paused, then said calmly, "Drunk I lie amid rivers and mountains for eight hundred years; heaven and earth grow old, but I do not. Jing Yu."
"So you're Young Master Jing. I've long heard of your great name."
"The pleasure is mine, the pleasure is mine." Li Ping'an cupped his hands.
In truth, neither man had any idea who the other was.
They were just saying it, anyway. Neither would take it seriously.
"Young Master Jing, have you come to trade Spirit Stones? To be honest, ordinary Spirit Stones don't interest me much.
"But as a favor to you, Young Master Jing, I can at least get you a good price."
"Then let me thank you in advance," Li Ping'an said.
Holding his pipe, the fat merchant exhaled a cloud of smoke and nodded with a smile.
He had entered the Black Market with his father at six years old. What