He found a purchasing house.
"What might you be looking to sell, fellow cultivator?" A white-haired old man behind the counter asked, his murky eyes glancing at the newcomer before getting straight to the point.
"Pills."
Lü Zhong said in a low voice. He swiped a hand over his Storage Bag, and fifteen rays of iridescent light flew out, landing on the purchasing house's counter.
They were all bottled Tier One and Tier Two Pills.
Considering the unique circumstances of the Western Realm, the Pills he brought had complex origins. They were all acquired by the Commerce Association from individual cultivators, not high-quality goods produced by an Alchemy Workshop, as the latter would obviously arouse suspicion.
Even so, the sight of these Pills still made the old man's eyes light up.
