"You too...? "
Liang Sheng was already over 500 years old, and naturally went along with the flow. With a face full of regret, the honest middle-aged cultivator said, "Yes, back then, the family's cultivation resources were insufficient, and my luck was shallow. Naturally, I was abandoned by the family and had to come to the market to make a living on my own."
As he said this, he seemed to fall into reminiscence, but quickly returned to normal. "I don't know how to address my fellow Daoist. My name is Chen Mo. If my friends in the market don't mind, they call me Honest Chen."
"I am merely Zhou Sheng, and I have met Daoist Chen."
"Brother Zhou is truly straightforward. Let's go, I'll take you to register at the market. When I first arrived, I didn't understand either. I was in a daze for three days and was not allowed to set up a stall. It turns out that only after registering do you become a member of the market built by the Three Sects and Six Factions."
