That day, just as the shop opened, a middle-aged cultivator in a crimson robe walked in.
Gu An hurried forward to greet him. "Sir, what can I get for you?"
The man in the crimson robe waved a hand dismissively. "I hear your Golden Core Hall buys Spirit Grass and gives fair appraisals. Is that true?"
Gu An quickly agreed. "Our shop is built on integrity. We never intentionally lowball our prices or try to pull a fast one. This way, fellow Daoist, please come in!"
He led the man in the crimson robe to a seat in the inner hall and served him a cup of Spirit Tea.
Gu Dezhao stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting. "I am the Shopkeeper here. Greetings, fellow Daoist. What treasure might you be looking to sell?"
Zhao Lin followed him but didn't join the conversation, taking a seat to the side to observe and learn.
