"But if you're trading blindly like this, how can you explain it to your friend?"
Su Ran feigned concern, knowing that as long as he kept up appearances, this guy wouldn't doubt that the ghost artifact was fake. By the time the Ghost Realm opened, it would all be too late!
"No worries, I can speak for him. We'll trade in the safe zone of the Imperial City. Hurry up!"
The kind young gentleman dropped the act and eagerly urged Su Ran to trade, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.
"Why not mail it? I'm in the middle of a task and can't leave."
Su Ran glanced at the Demon Blade Soldiers below, noticing they were still tirelessly swinging their long knives, wearing themselves out.
"Fine, you're Spilt Water Can't Be Regained, there's no way you'd covet my two skill books. I'll mail them to you right now."
