"Anyone headed to the Shangyuan Immortal Manor? All aboard, we're leaving now!"
"Yinfeng Valley! Anyone going to Yinfeng Valley?"
"Any Daoists not yet on board, hurry up! We're about to set sail..."
Two cultivators, their robes embroidered with the character for "Vessel" and wooden signs in their hands, were shouting at the top of their lungs.
The familiar scene sent Zhao Lin into a daze. It felt just like taking a minibus in his past life.
"Excuse me, Daoist, where are you headed?"
Seeing Zhao Lin look over, a dark-skinned cultivator asked.
"How much to Yinfeng Valley?"
Zhao Lin asked, glancing at the Spiritual Vessel docked at the pier.
"Three hundred Spirit Coins."
The dark-faced cultivator held up three fingers.
"How much?"
Zhao Lin froze, thinking he had misheard. He asked again.
The dark-faced cultivator smiled. "Three hundred Spirit Coins a head. It's a fair price, honest for all."
"'Honest for all?'"
