Shen Xiu never expected that this trip out would yield such an unexpected windfall.
Still, he did not completely trust the old Daoist priest; after all, the fellow had a prior record.
On his way back to the martial hall, he passed by the Hundred Refinements Hall in Taixi City, sold off all his saber-staffs for recycling in exchange for a sum of silver, and casually asked about spiritual talismans at the trading firm.
Chapter 38