"I'm asking about the person who knows the Fog Concealment Skill, not the skill itself," Cheng Ziang reminded.
"A Mist Concealment Master? Indeed, I know one, but I don't know if you..." the man hesitated.
"I'm looking for a woman, a woman who knows the Fog Concealment Skill," Cheng Ziang suddenly thought of this particular description and said.
"A woman who knows the Fog Concealment Skill, not a man?" The man seemed even more surprised.
"Why would you think it's a man?" Cheng Ziang asked, puzzled.
"The Fog Concealment Skill... a woman... could it be..." the man muttered and then suddenly shouted out loud.
He tossed the bag of silver coins back, which landed in Cheng Ziang's hands. Immediately after, he said in a panic, "You better leave quickly and never come back. I don't want to get involved with you, it could cost me my life."
"Why, is there something you can't say?" Cheng Ziang caught the money bag and asked, confused.
