The old man was 100% certain that Chen Yu was not a psychologist.
To be able to list out these treasured medicinal herbs used to refine pills, what's the point of hiding his true identity?
None of these stall owners in Yunling Street's Ghost Market were simple characters.
The fat stall owner Chen Yu had previously come into contact with appeared harmless, but he was a truly skilled grave robber in his early years.
He only retired after he got married and had children.
This old man had been dealing with traditional herbal medicine for decades and could tell at a glance what anyone would do with their order of herbs.
"Sir, do you not have the herbs I need?"
Chen Yu asked.
"I do."
Since Chen Yu was adamant about hiding his identity, the old man decided not to expose him for the time being.
He wanted to see what this person would do next.
"I do have them, but the herbs you want are all rare treasures in the world."
