The chubby cultivator wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat.
"Someone is actually buying that thing!" he looked over, astonished.
The sitting figure made his eyes involuntarily move.
The two delicate young men sitting by the wall paused their eating.
Their gaze fixed on Yang Yan!
"He's going to buy it?"
The innkeeper had pitched the black ash to them as well, but they thought it was useless, so they declined.
*Who would have thought...*
"Someone actually believed the innkeeper's nonsense and bought that thing!" a young man with white hair sneered.
"Absolutely no discernment!"
Not only were they surprised, but even the innkeeper paused, looking at Yang Yan.
The man before him was asking for the ash!
His hands were trembling!
"You, you really want this black ash?" He could hardly believe someone would buy the stuff in his hand.
So many years!
Not just his generation had sold this ash.
Generations before him, at least over ten, had tried.
