Zhang Ze was quite lucky. This middle-aged cultivator, named Lin Wei, was a local from around here, having roamed this area forty years ago.
He also knew about that expired information from forty years ago.
After buying out all the goods on Lin Wei's stall at full price, Zhang Ze was taken by Lin Wei to a small tavern.
This nameless town's tavern was also quite interesting. Due to its impoverished nature, the food and drinks sold here were different from those elsewhere.
A plate of wind-chime-earth-worm meat air-dried to jerky, a plate of fragrant grain-avoidance pills, and a pot of local specialty wind chime wine were the standard set of this small shop.
"I was quite young then, my father was still around. I longed for adventure but didn't know where to go. When the Ghost City appeared, I got the idea," Lin Wei said while eating jerky and drinking.
