"Fellow Daoist, are you here to sell magical weapons and buy spiritual talismans?"
He Fangwei had a smile on his face. While others might think of it as ordinary, in Han Yi's heart, he couldn't help but praise him for his high emotional intelligence.
With this sentence, He Fangwei revealed that he recognized Han Yi.
It didn't matter whether he recognized Han Yi from his actions or his attire or if he had investigated Han Yi's identity beforehand.
"Sell magical weapons and buy magical weapons as well," Han Yi said solemnly.
Both sides didn't point it out, but both knew.
He Fangwei's face lit up with joy: "Fellow Daoist, please come to the elegant room."
Inside the elegant room, after both sides sat down, Han Yi sold the magical weapons that he had kept as backup, such as knives and long spears. However, most of these magical weapons were low-grade, and the highest were mid-grade.
After He Fangwei appraised them, Han Yi felt the price was reasonable and agreed.
