Compared to before, he still looked rough.
But his sharp aura was clearly beginning to recede, and his scars were fading. However, the cold, unapproachable air about him had only intensified.
Zhang Deming just watched him from afar for a moment as he processed another Demon Beast carcass, but didn't go over to greet him.
This sheep still had wool, but it wouldn't be easy to fleece—especially given how difficult he was to talk to.
'Best to let him be for now. I don't want to spook him, and it's better for my long-term interests.'
Zhang Deming left the market stalls and headed to the central area. After a moment of thought, he went straight to the Hundred Spirits Tower.
As soon as he entered, a young female greeter came up to him.
Before she could speak, Zhang Deming preempted her with a practiced tone, "I'm here to sell something that needs appraisal. Take me to the side room."
The young woman was taken aback for a moment by Zhang Deming's directness.
