The middle-aged literati introduced himself as Han Guangzhong and was very talkative; he chatted quite a bit with Ma Lu about various aspects of Qingzhou throughout their journey.
He was well-read, knowledgeable about everything from musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting to playing cuju and donkey ball. He even knew many extraordinary stories from the martial arts circles.
Ma Lu took this opportunity to ask him several questions, including about his most pressing concern at the moment—the source of ingredients in this Plane.
After all, he couldn't always be this lucky, stumbling upon an escort agency transporting medicinal herbs, and then finding everyone dead, to his advantage.
"Eh, you, a man of Jianghu, don't even know where secret medicines come from?"
Han Guangzhong looked at Ma Lu with an increasingly strange gaze, "Well, I have nothing better to do, so I might as well talk about it.
