Baochuan Market.
Fang Xi landed the Black Feather Boat from afar and disguised himself as a square-faced burly man. He stepped on a mid-grade flying sword and landed at the entrance.
"Does Sir Immortal need a guide?"
A group of mortals immediately surrounded him, their expressions eager and respectful.
"You will do!"
Fang Xi randomly picked someone from the crowd, and it turned out to be Mo Qingyi!
"Thank you, Sir Immortal, for your patronage. This one will lead the way for you!"
Mo Qingyi, looking not much different from before since only a few years had passed, took the lead. "May I know what news Sir Immortal wishes to learn? This one is extremely familiar with this market..."
'As if!' Fang Xi silently scoffed.
Mo Qingyi, at most, knew some of the market's overt channels since he was merely a mortal.
In terms of resource channels, he was far inferior to Xiumu, who had been mingling for years.
