"Miss Zhuo, long time no see."
At the stall position of the Southstream Market where talismans were displayed, Chen Mobai saw a woman in a yellow dress sitting on a small stool, selling some middle and low-rank talismans at the old spot. He walked over and greeted her.
"It's you. I didn't expect to see you again."
Upon hearing the voice, Zhuo Ming raised her head and saw Chen Mobai. She was slightly taken aback, then nodded and responded.
"As it happens, Miss Zhuo, you mentioned before that you are a Talisman Maker. I have some doubts about talisman making and wanted to ask for some advice."
Chen Mobai didn't ask bluntly about Lu Shu's matter, but chose a more subtle approach.
"Oh, it seems that you are planning to join the Divine Wood Sect."
Upon hearing Chen Mobai's words, Zhuo Ming showed some caution in her eyes. At this point in time, if talisman makers who are still in the Southstream Market, most of them are planning to join the sect.