"Today truly was a delightful day. I actually picked up such a fine treasure from an ordinary street stall. That stall owner really didn't know the market—such a good item, and he only sold it for a hundred Spirit Stones. If I'd brought enough Spirit Stones today, I definitely would have bought a few more."
"Exactly. I'd only meant to go out for a stroll, yet I ran into such a great benefactor. From what I saw, everything on that man's stall was a genuine treasure!"
"Have you heard? Someone saw that rough-looking stall owner carrying many more treasures on him. They say he got them from a hidden treasure realm, and there are whispers that he might even have sacred medicine!"
"Sacred medicine? Hiss— No way, right? That's something rarely seen in this world. Ancient records say that even the Immortal Realm has only a few sacred medicines, let alone this mundane mortal world of ours."
From streets and alleys to taverns and teahouses, everyone was spreading word of a rough man's stall in East Sea City, laden with spirit herbs and precious treasures. Most importantly, the prices were incredibly cheap. First come, first served—everyone wanted to rush over and snatch up a share.
Inside a tavern in the city, four people sat by the window. Each wore brocade robes and gave off an aura unlike that of ordinary people. Upon closer inspection, one would find a small red flame insignia on each of their foreheads.
"This lowborn food and wine is truly hard to swallow. I suddenly miss the spirit brews of the Upper Realm."
A fair-skinned man held a pair of chopsticks, listlessly stirring the food and wine on the table with an expression of disgust.
"If you want to return to the Upper Realm sooner,