A pot of tea time later, Shen Long appeared in front of a small stall. The owner was a man in his early forties dressed in red, and the stall was filled with artifact-refining materials, with two spirit beast bags tied around his waist.
Shen Long's eyes landed on an oval-shaped golden ore, which had some fine holes on its surface, as if it had been gnawed by insects.
"I'll take this Gold Sheath Stone,"
a pleasant female voice rang out.
A gust of fragrant wind blew past, and a buxom young lady in a golden dress appeared in front of the stall.
The young lady had willow-browed eyes, cherry lips, her nose like a delicate sculpture, and skin as fair as snow. Judging by the insignia on her clothes, she was evidently a member of the Bai Family.
"I'll trade for it with a Beast Spirit Pill,"
Shen Long transmitted a message to the man in red and took out two cyan porcelain bottles.
