His face was covered in mud and dust, but his eyes shone as though he had finally seized a good opportunity.
"Fellow Daoist, I have what you want."
Song Yan looked at him in bewilderment without a word.
His delicate face was fraught with anxiety as he glanced around. "It's just Truefall Vine, isn't it? I have it, I have it! Whatever you do, don't let them throw me out."
?
Song Yan was startled inwardly. His brows knitted, and his earlier playful mood vanished.
Had this man eavesdropped on his conversation with Shopkeeper Zhang?
Yet he had sensed no one probing at the time.
Besides, this was only a mortal.
He frowned slightly. Before he could ask anything, two stewards of Lanxi Market came hurrying after them.
One shouted sternly, "Stay right there! You mortal, how dare you trespass on immortal grounds?"
The other hurriedly cupped his hands toward Song Yan in apology. "Fellow Daoist, this man is perhaps a mortal who lost his way on Shouyang Mountain and stumbled into the Market Ward by accident. We stopped him just now, but a moment's inattention let the brat slip inside. Please forgive the disturbance."
With that, he reached out to drag the youth away.
The youth clung tightly to Song Yan's sleeve, refusing to let go. "Fellow Daoist, I really have it, I..."
Song Yan raised a hand to signal the two stewards to wait, quietly sweeping his Divine Sense over the youth.
His meridians were completely empty, and there was no trace of Qi in his Dantian either.
There was indeed not the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power. He was an utterly ordinary mortal.
But that was precisely the problem.
Truefall Vine was an extremely precious medicinal ingredient. Had he not obtained Thousand Elixirs and Unusual Prescriptions, he