Ye Mo was sure that when he arrived at Luo Cang, he would need to find a proper place to grow his Silver Heart Grass, and until it was fully grown, he would not only waste time but also raise suspicion if he watched it germinate every day. Besides, although he had tens of thousands of dollars, that money would be gone soon enough as he would buy food and medicine.
When the train arrived at the Shen Yang Station, another two people came in and, the four people compartment was filled immediately.
One of them was a middle-aged man in his 30s with a black bag in his hands. He had very dodgy eyes as he scanned the compartment and noticed the woman sleeping, so he smiled and greeted Ye Mo, “Hello, I’m Jin Jibing, and I’m going to Beijing, how should I call you, friend?”
“Mo Ye,” Ye Mo’s words were very simple as he didn’t really like talking to strangers. This was his habit after long years of cultivation. Also, he didn’t particularly like Jin Jibing’s dodgy eyes.
