章 1377: An occupational disease is still a disease and needs treatment

The figure wrapped in cloth fell from directly above Song Shuhang, Soft Feather, and Su Clan's Sixteen.

"Eh? Senior Almighty Merchant!" Song Shuhang shouted after seeing this figure. 

This senior's image was simply too unique, and the cloth that never left his body every time he appeared easily betrayed his identity from a distance.

After seeing this big shot, Song Shuhang's mood suddenly improved.

Wasn't Senior White lacking some 'materials' to make a version of the disposable flying sword that would be able to bring them out of the Wielder's small black room? Now that the Almighty Merchant was here, this problem had been solved. As long as they had enough spirit stones, no matter what material they needed, it could all be bought from this big shot.