Shang Huan immediately got up, wrapped the porcelain bottles in a cloth bundle, and disappeared into the night.
Today was unfortunate, as the Underground Market was not open. However, with years of buying and selling under his belt, he had regular customers.
"I need to find those steadfast farmers who can endure the solitude," Shang Huan contemplated.
Elixir Pills have always been an essential aid for cultivation.
Greed moves the heart. Once people find out he has a channel for Elixir Pills, it will definitely attract covetous glances and probing.
These honest folk have a narrow social circle, which makes exposure less likely.
"First, I'll sell off the Calming Pills in hand."
If he could keep this up long term, as long as that mad Taoist gave him a little profit, his earnings would far exceed those of the past.
"In the future, I could also purchase Elixir Pills from the Ghost Ship to resell."
He hadn't done this before because the profit was too low.
