The female cultivator watched Bai Mo merge into the stream of people outside. He was utterly inconspicuous in the crowd.
"That cultivator has been here many times before. He only ever looks, never buys. He has a very pleasant temperament."
She was a little stunned, recalling the times she and her friends had teased Bai Mo.
"Hmph!" the old man snorted.
"Your judgment is getting worse and worse. Find someone who's free and go find out where he comes from!"
With that, he nodded to a familiar customer, who then went back behind the counter.
The female cultivator muttered a few words to herself but ultimately said no more.
She mentally noted the direction Bai Mo had gone and retreated as well.
Bai Mo walked among the cultivators, a large, feather-light bundle on his back.
He naturally guessed his identity had been exposed. That old man's eyes were incredibly sharp; one look was enough to tell he was a pillar of the merchant association.
