"Ah? There was such a trade?" Hearing the cultivator's words, Xiao Hua could not help but smile. He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist, I have something... I would like to discuss with you!"
The cultivator impatiently set down his book and pointed at his tiny stall. "Fellow Daoist, I have already made myself clear. All of my spirit herbs are here. If you want them, bring spirit stones. If you do not, go elsewhere. You insist on disturbing my cultivation—your offense is no small matter!"
Xiao Hua smiled. "What I need is not on your stall..."
"How noisy! If there's nothing you want, why the hell are you talking? Just leave!" As he spoke, the cultivator reached for his book again.
"Well... I wanted to discuss buying some spirit herb seeds from you?" Xiao Hua quietly voiced what he had in mind.
"Buying seeds?" The cultivator froze, then set the book down again, his face full of curiosity. "What do you need seeds for? Aren't these spirit herbs of mine enough for you?"
The cultivator's words left Xiao Hua stunned. He asked strangely, "Fellow Daoist, if you want to sell them, tell me you can. If you do not, tell me you cannot. What business is it of yours why I am buying seeds?"
Xiao Hua's words were extremely similar to what the cultivator had just said. He had already prepared himself: if this cultivator turned hostile, he would simply leave. The market was so large—was he supposed to worry about being unable to buy spirit herb seeds?
Oddly enough, when Xiao Hua spoke this way, the cultivator instead chuckled and cupped his hands. "I am Ling Zongyu of the Grass Spirit Sect. May I know how to address Fellow Daoist?"
"How strange. This man truly had an