After getting the information he needed, Lü Zhong walked toward the city gatehouse.
The guard at the entrance saw he was an outsider and treated him with the kind of affection one might show their own father.
But the look in his eyes was off—it was the kind of look one reserved for Spirit Stones.
"You're a new face, fellow cultivator. Do you know the rules of Yanling Mountain?" A portly Tax Officer, holding a teacup and reclining in a lounge chair, spoke in a slow, deliberate manner. "You need to have mastered a craft to enter the market. It doesn't matter if it's Artifact Refining, Alchemy, or growing Spirit Medicine, as long as you can pass the certification."
Lü Zhong heard him and nodded. "I understand. I am a Talisman Maker."
