Sang Luo looked at the plump, comely woman before her. With her sharp, slanted eyes and a shrewd, slippery air, she was clearly no good-hearted soul.
She casually produced a High Grade Demon Crystal and offered it to her. "Aunt Tun, I'd appreciate it if you could tell me about the rules of this Lost City."
"Heh heh, you have a good eye, miss. You've come to the right person. I'm a long-time resident of this city. Is there anything that's happened here over the years that I don't know about?" Aunt Tun accepted the Demon Crystal, her smile growing even more fawning. Still, she asked a question first. "By the way, are you here to hunt for treasure?"
"Yes." For now, Sang Luo didn't want to stand out, so she went along with the convenient excuse.
She had heard from Quan Jin that the Lost City was, to put it bluntly, a massive, chaotic black market. And it certainly seemed to be true... Most of the passersby on the streets were outside buyers, hailing from all sorts of places.
