Turning his head to look, he saw a slightly thin middle-aged man cautiously approaching, holding a folded piece of paper in his hand. He looked around nervously, every move exuding extreme vigilance.
Zhang Xuan smiled faintly: "What's the price? And what's the approximate content? If you can't prove that this information is useful, you might as well try deceiving someone else."
"This is real, genuine information—100% accurate!"
The middle-aged man curled his lips. "The content pertains to Zhang Xuan's experiences and habits. As for the price, just one Contribution Point."
"One Contribution Point for unverifiable information like this?" Zhang Xuan was speechless.
One Contribution Point required testing ten different medicines continuously—many cultivators had sacrificed their lives for that—and yet here, it could only buy likely fabricated and made-up tidbits.
