"Just a trivial trick, not worth mentioning," Fan Lang said casually.
"That's no trivial trick. With a skill like that, you can put it to use in many places. You really are an exceptional youngster—no wonder you rose to fame so suddenly..." Long Sleep Lord's voice gradually faded, and by the end, he had fallen asleep. He had always slept wherever he went, so no one found it strange anymore.
Fan Lang continued onward in the ship when a large group of people suddenly swarmed ahead. Each of them had bat wings and could fly through the air.
Judging by their features, they were clearly from the Batwing Race, a relatively obscure branch of humanity.
These Batwing Race members blocked the way, standing before Fan Lang's starship. Their leader shouted, "Friends in the ship, how about buying a map of the Land of No Law? Guaranteed to be the latest edition! It records all the terrain of the Land of No Law, as well as introductions to the various factions. It'll definitely help you! The price isn't high—just five hundred Cosmic Coins per map!"
Five hundred Cosmic Coins for a map—rather than cheap, it would be more accurate to call it expensive.
Fan Lang did not want to stir up unnecessary trouble. A few hundred Cosmic Coins were nothing to him, and such a map really could be useful.
He stopped the ship, opened the hatch, and flew out alone, crooking a finger at the Batwing Race leader.
The other man obediently flew over and asked with a smile, "Friend, are you buying a map?"
"I am interested. I'm just worried that after buying one, I'll run into more merchants like you, stopping me to sell me even more maps. That would be too troublesome," Fan Lang said.
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