A peddler arrived on the battlefield...
With a gentle lift of her little hand toward the ground, a Jiuli man squatting atop a boulder and bandaging his wounds sprang away in a series of hops. A flat, mottled bluestone covered in moss rose into the sky, looking exactly like a floating rock.
Its smooth side faced upward, the bluestone fixed motionlessly in midair.
Bai Yujun stepped onto the boulder and set down her book chest.
Tens of thousands watched the bizarre scene, trying to figure out what she was doing.
She lightly flipped the mechanism.
The wooden chest clicked and clacked, expanding and rising as its gears turned, transforming into a tall shelf. Every compartment held incomprehensible goods: ordinary iron scissors, paper umbrellas, smooth black rectangular blocks of unknown purpose, even mysterious weapons...
"My stall has everything: sundries, treasures, even... your fate for sale."
The experts on both sides frowned.
That strange shelf seemed to be tied to some mysterious force in the unseen.
Bai Yujun continued her introduction as if no one else existed.
"At certain times, certain decisions you make will turn you into merchandise upon this shelf. Your life and fortune can both be sold, cheaply or dearly. That is my business."
"..."
Her words left everyone lost in clouds and mist.
A burly man from one of the strongholds, wielding a steel trident, grew impatient and waved it about while shouting noisily.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Get lost, or we'll kill you too! Or capture you and bring you back to the stronghold to..."
He did not get to finish.
Crack!
A brilliant bolt of lightning instantly struck his head...
"Talking nonsense will get you struck by lightning. Please speak civilly."
Smoke rose from the burly man as he fell stiffly to the ground, his