Han Li and the man sat on opposite sides of a table, exchanging glances, but neither of them showed any intention of striking up a conversation.
In a place like this, where cultivators come to buy things, no one would try to get close to strangers, as it would only invite hostility from others.
However, the man sitting across from him couldn't help but glance over with some curiosity at Qu Hun, who was standing at the stairway leading to the hall.
With his keen eyesight, he had already discerned Qu Hun's identity as a corpse refiner. The spiritual fluctuations emanating from him left him greatly puzzled.
After all, the zombies refined by cultivators, such as iron-armored corpses, are generally just powerful laborers with no spiritual power.
The man suppressed the urge to ask questions. With Han Li's mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, he still felt somewhat wary.
When Han Li had almost finished his cup of tea, the middle-aged woman finally returned to the hall.
However, at this moment, she was accompanied by two burly men, both without a trace of spiritual power, with extremely stiff expressions, like two lifelike puppets.
But each of them held a large tray, covered with bulging red silk cloth. It seemed that these were the treasures mentioned by the proprietress.
A hint of surprise flashed in Han Li's eyes. He had tried to use his divine sense to see through the red silk covering the tray to see what was underneath, but unexpectedly, the inconspicuous silk blocked his attempt. This surprised him. He couldn't help but glance sideways at the man opposite him.
He saw that the man also had a surprised expression on his face, obviously having done the same thing.
The middle-aged woman walked up to Han Li and the man with a smile and said before anything else:
"Friend Fan here, I've already met, but I don't know the name of this friend. My surname is Lan, and you can call me Madame Lan." The woman introduced herself in a friendly manner.
Han Li naturally felt embarrassed not to speak again, so he reluctantly said:
"My surname is Han!"
Then he remained silent, showing a cold and indifferent appearance, indicating that he didn't want to talk much.
Madame Lan didn't take offense at this. After all, most of the cultivators who came here acted similarly to Han Li, so she was used to it.
With a slight smile, Madame Lan waved her hand to the muscular man behind her, and he immediately approached.
Then Madame Lan extended her slender jade finger and pulled down the red silk cloth, revealing several items on the tray.
Han Li and the man named Fan both focused their gazes on the items in the tray.
There were not only long swords and short blades, but also darts and rings among the items, and even a piece of dark armor. Each item was shining brightly, obviously not ordinary goods.
After seeing the items in the tray clearly, Han Li and Fan had different reactions.
Fan stared at the tray intently, his eyes showing a hint of excitement. After just a glance, Han Li immediately shifted his gaze away, showing a lack of interest. This surprised Madame Lan, who glanced at Han Li with some disappointment.
"This is called the Frost Crystal Blade, made from rare materials such as Profound Crystal and Ice Jade. Not only is it powerful in attack, but it also carries a rare cold aura, which can greatly weaken the opponent's strength during a fight without them realizing it. It is truly a fine specimen among top-grade artifacts." Madame Lan stretched out her wrist and took out a translucent short blade from the tray, introducing it calmly.
