After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Xuan left the pavilion.
This time, he had truly reaped a great harvest. Lin Xuan's judgment had been right; Hundred Scrolls Tower was indeed the foremost major shop in the nearby sea region. The rare ancient texts it had brought out in one breath numbered several hundred scrolls.
Originally, the woman had thought Lin Xuan would carefully pick and choose among them, and that selling even one-fifth would already count as a rare major deal.
Who would have known that Lin Xuan would take the whole lot without another word? While surprised, the woman could not help being wildly delighted...
Such lavish spending was rare not to mention for a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, but even among late-stage great cultivators. After all, when their shop had collected those rare classics, it had also expended no small amount of effort. Their marked prices could not be called outrageously high, but to a Nascent Soul Cultivator, they could not be considered low either.
The other party was most likely affiliated with some great power and merely purchasing on behalf of his sect.
As this thought turned through the woman's mind, she naturally would not foolishly pry further. Asking into a customer's privacy was a great taboo for one who ran a shop, and besides, the other party was a Nascent Soul ancestor, not someone a mere little Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator like herself could afford to offend.
She respectfully saw Lin Xuan out of the shop. This transaction had ended with everyone delighted.
Lin Xuan was also very satisfied. Although the prices of these rare editions were not low, to him, they were not worth mentioning.
Afterward, Lin Xuan entered a defensive gear shop.
It was called defensive