Tianyue Marketplace, Green Tea Building.
In a private room on the third floor, a curvaceous woman in a green dress sits beside Jin Qianqian at a green tea table.
"Aunt Rong, I can handle the transaction myself. No need for you to personally step in for such a minor matter."
Jin Qianqian said.
"If it were just a simple transaction, it would be fine. I'm worried that some force might be testing you. Without me stepping in, I fear some clueless Golden Immortal cultivators might target you. Your mother is gone, but Aunt Rong is still here."
The woman's face was filled with affection.
A short moment later, a knock came at the door.
"Please come in!"
The woman spoke and flicked her sleeve, causing the door to open.
A tall and slender young man entered. He was none other than Shen Long in his altered appearance.
"I am Qian Yang. May I know your name, Taoist Friend?"
Shen Long clasped his fists, closing the door behind him.
