After seeing off Qiao Wuyong, Fang Xing flipped through the "Energy Convergence Technique" while playing with the Flying Squirrel Bag, feeling quite content.
Suddenly, his mind stirred, and he looked towards the silhouette in the bamboo grove: "Old Lu Head... you've come? It seems the caravan has already left."
"Yes, Qiao Wuyong is rather decent. This time, he gave us quite a good deal."
Old Lu Head's smile was so broad that his wrinkles seemed ready to unfold.
Fang Xing was well aware of this; a merchant's nature is to extract the last copper coin. Offering a favor at Poison Dragon Slope, ninety percent of the time results from recognizing one's strength.
In other words, it's all about the ways of the world!
"Well, then what brings you here?"
Fang Xing frowned.
Old Lu Head was getting on in years, with modest cultivation and lacking the Spirit Eye technique, thus unable to discern his cultivation realm.
