Fellow Daoist Yu?
Chen Li's mind stirred.
Could it be that family?
Chen Li slapped a Cleaning Talisman on himself but still maintained the guise of a butcher, glaring fiercely at the middle-aged Loose Cultivator, "Damn it, you can't even convey a message properly, are you referring to that newly relocated Foundation Establishment family?"
"Exactly, exactly. Fellow Daoist Yu assumed... assumed that he would like to purchase a batch of Demon Beast Meat from you," the Loose Cultivator, scared stiff and shrinking in stature, hastily spilled the beans with an apologetic smile.
At this moment, he had none of the little assertiveness he had when he spoke earlier.
"Lead the way!"
"Yes, yes, Fellow Daoist, right this way," the Loose Cultivator wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
