This trade fair meant Fang Xi had gathered nearly all the required materials through several transactions.
However, with many Transformed Great Demons converging here, opportunities for fair trade were rare.
Naturally, Fang Xi wanted to shear as much wool as he could.
At this moment, the pieces of Monster Text and the beast skin book he'd obtained from the Green Horn Puppet in Tianwei City of the Western Desert emerged in his mind.
He was particularly interested in the Monster Clan's script, especially that silver bird-like text.
"Hehe, Sir wishes to learn Monster Text?"
A tall figure enveloped in earthen-yellow Demon Qi spoke slowly, "I could teach, but I wonder what the tuition fee might be... Hehe..."
Feng Shisan, holding her arms, didn't pay any attention to this matter, seemingly lost in her own world.
For the Monster Clan, their script wasn't something that needed to be kept secret.
