"No, no." The girl shook her head. She was just curious about where the lion came from.
After hearing her question, the vendor saw that no one came over for a while, so he answered casually.
"This one was tamed in the Dou Shou Zhai of Hedaizhou. They're a major local sect, specializing in raising exotic beasts. If you're looking for something high-end, I can help you connect."
Although she didn't need any exotic beasts for the time being, the girl still wrote down the name.
Afterwards, the two continued to stroll in the market, looking at all kinds of strange things, including the Qingxia gauze clothes from Moshang Continent, the phantom white shells from the southern Shenyun Continent, the exquisite clocks and elf ornaments shipped from the western continent, the mysterious heavy sand produced in the Endless Sea, and the Ice Palace night lights from the northern continent. There were all kinds of goods.
During this time, Loran Hill also saw several pedestrians dressed in the style of the Western Continent. Some of them wore robes with a dark blue base and golden edges, and some were girls wearing Gothic-style coats and dresses.
Dressing like this is rare in the East Continent and always attracts attention from people around.
A girl in a green and white dress was walking on the street, looking at the shops around her, as if looking for something. After a long time, she walked into a shop.
Looking at the familiar style of clothing, Loran Hill felt as if he had returned to Hopeland. It looked so familiar.
Seeing one of the girls walk into the store, she hesitated for a moment, but still followed her.
"Hello, besides selling delicious fruits here, can you also cultivate some plant seeds and the like?" The girl in a green and white dress had pointed ears and long golden hair like silk threads, and seemed to be a forest elf.
"Hello, rare guest, let me help you take a look." The shopkeeper was a little surprised to see this Western elf lady. After all, elves are still very rare in the Eastern Continent. Fortunately, he was well-informed and reacted in time.
"It's like this..." The elf lady explained that she wanted to cultivate a kind of tree, but after the seeds were planted, it was difficult for them to survive.
"What kind of seeds are they? We have many experts in the art of flowers in Fucui Pavilion." The palmist stroked his beard.
The elf girl pulled a small box from her bosom and opened it, revealing a plump seed. It was a tender green with only a hint of red at the tip. As the box opened, a delicate fragrance filled the room, a delightful aroma.
"This..." Although the shopkeeper had some knowledge, he couldn't identify what kind of tree it was. But judging from its aura, he estimated that it was a rare and extraordinary plant.
Before the changes in the world, Fu Cui Pavilion had a Sequence 8 master in charge, but now... the most powerful genius at the headquarters is only Sequence 6. What's more, this branch only has a Sequence 5 master who occasionally comes to inspect and solve some accumulated problems.
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult... Why don't you register here? Our master will come over soon and make an appointment with you then." said the shopkeeper.
The elf lady was a little disappointed after hearing this, but still nodded.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Atesi." She said so, and then took out a gold plate from her bosom as a deposit for the appointment.
After seeing the golden dish, the shopkeeper smiled and took it with a flattering tone, and it seemed that he liked this sponsor very much.
At this time, a girl with black hair and a white dress walked into the store. It was Loran Hill.
She had actually heard the conversation outside, but Loran Hill herself was not very good at chatting people up, so she thought for a long time before making up her mind to go into the house.
"Hello." Loran Hill calmed down her slightly nervous heart a little, and put her hands at her sides. This was the first time she took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Hello, who are you?" The elf girl looked at Loran Hill in front of her and felt that the aura coming from her was very friendly.
Is she also someone who practices the natural sequence? She seems very powerful, totally incomparable to those who imitate blindly. Perhaps I don’t understand it as deeply as this girl, the elf girl thought.
Out of the pleasure of encountering the same sequence, she became curious about what the girl with black hair and white dress wanted to say.
"Well, I also know something about plants, so I can help." Seeing that the elf girl was easy to talk to, Loran Hill felt relieved and let go of the stone in his heart.
"That's no problem. Here you go, haha." Seeing Loran Hill's adorable nervous expression, the elf girl smiled with her hands covering her mouth, then took out the small box. She actually had several seeds, but the question was how to cultivate them. After all, her future advancement would be closely related to this.
A seed the size of a fingernail was placed in the box. It was flat in shape, with some dew on it, and exuded a faint fresh scent.
[Moss Red Cardamom Tree Seeds] (Pearl Grade, Excellent): Taken from one of the three sacred trees in the Emerald Forest. The trees cultivated from it are helpful in practicing the natural sequence in various ways.
Looking at the seed, Loran Hill tried to sense it. Currently, she could only slightly catalyze it, as its level was too high. If she wanted to cultivate it, she would need to be at least Sequence 4. Furthermore, if she wanted to perfect it, she would need to be at least Sequence 6.
After carefully sensing it, Loran Hill opened his eyes and expressed his opinion.
"Hey, Sequence 4?" Etesi looked at the girl with interest. Based on past experience, this girl seemed to be exaggerating. After all, the elders of the tribe said that Sequence 6 was generally required for barely catalysis, and Sequence 8 was required for good cultivation.
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