Li Yuanjiao rode the wind back and deliberated with Li Qinghong for a while. Seeing that there were only a few days left, he scoured the marketplace, and unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.
This middle-aged man looked ordinary, garbed in antiquated clothing. Following behind him was a burly man, tall and powerfully built. His eyes were sharp; the moment he saw them he strode forward eagerly:
"Han Shizhen of the East Sulphur Han Family, greets you, Taoist Fellow!"
This was none other than the young master of the Han Family of East Sulphur Island, who had previously visited the Li Family to purchase Wanling Flower. Li Yuanjiao, each time he went out to sea, would make a special trip to East Sulphur Island to check whether this man's sales had taken away their share.
Han Shizhen had long been called out on this by him. Over these years he'd acted fairly enough, so when they met, their courtesy was genuine. Han Shizhen glanced over at Li Qinghong nearby, nodded, and smiled:
