"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
Upon hearing the shout from behind, Yang Ji's brows subtly furrowed. He turned back and said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, is there something you need?"
"Could you be an Alchemy Master, fellow Daoist?" The youth chuckled slyly, a glint of mischief in his eyes that gave Yang Ji an oddly familiar sensation, and a sense of strangeness rose in his heart.
"Why would you say I am an Alchemy Master?" The certainty in the young man's voice piqued Yang Ji's curiosity.
"If you were not an Alchemy Master, how would you purchase a Demon Essence Pill Recipe?" the youth said with a smile.