Dongfang Ziyue's face was still indifferent as ever. She flicked her head, and Lin Zifeng understood, stepping sideways to walk into the cave.
Looking around, Lin Zifeng found that most of the vendors at the entrance were selling only daily necessities. He feared that the items used by cultivators would only be seen deeper inside.
With his hands hanging behind his head, Lin Zifeng walked and gazed around. Before long, his eyes lit up, staring at a shop located dozens of meters to the right.
"Finally found it. I didn't expect that in the Beiyao Ancient Clan, there's a shop that can sell hundreds of inscription stones at once."
Murmuring to himself, Lin Zifeng glanced with the corner of his eye and saw the vintage stones that gleamed with a black hue, packed into three baskets made of woven vines.
"Five hundred and eighty-eight pieces… If I buy them all, just say it's for arranging cultivation formations."
