"May I ask, friend, have you come with any instructions?"
Though Wang Ba did not know why this mysterious cultivator had suddenly arrived, he took the initiative to speak.
The gray-robed cultivator slowly turned to look at Wang Ba.
His face was blurred, just like those of Lu Yuansheng and Yu Changchun, making Wang Ba inwardly tense.
The deep, heavy presence about him involuntarily gave Wang Ba a sense of extreme danger.
He could not help wondering.
Was this man a Heterodox Dao cultivator, or a disciple of the sect?
The gray-robed cultivator finally spoke, his voice hoarse and muffled:
"Heh, Senior Brother Zhao certainly judged you correctly."
Senior Brother Zhao?!
Though startled, Wang Ba remained composed.
Which Heterodox Dao cultivator at the Eastern Saint Garrison was not a remnant of the Eastern Saint Sect? Which of them did not know a few Eastern Saint Sect disciples?
What puzzled him was who this man was.
Why did he know about his relationship with Zhao Feng?
Yet not a ripple showed on his face. Looking puzzled, he asked, "What are you talking about, fellow Daoist?"
At the same time, his Law Power circulated rapidly, secretly flowing into the high-grade Jade Flow Armor he wore.
To his surprise, the gray-robed cultivator merely shook his head slightly.
"Just a joke. No need to be nervous, fellow Daoist."
Wang Ba narrowed his eyes, showing no intention of letting down his guard.
Seeing this, the gray-robed cultivator said helplessly, "Never mind. I'll be frank. Prices in the Market are too high these days. I heard you sell Spirit Chickens here, and I'd like to buy some. Just fifty to start with, and later..."
"I'm truly sorry, but that's a rumor. I have no Spirit Chickens here."
Wang Ba gave a faint smile, and his words