The bamboo broom happily returned to its corner and settled into place.
Warm golden sunlight spilled into the hall, illuminating the little beggar crouched on the ground gnawing on a flatbread. It seemed that, in the unseen workings of fate, his fortune had inexplicably risen, and his destiny had changed as well—mysterious beyond mystery.
Bai Yujun was very satisfied.
Being able to obtain the treasures most cherished in another's heart through trade was helpful for comprehending cultivation.
Whether gold or jewels, they were precious because people valued them. Every living being had their own ruler in their heart, their own understanding of what was precious and what was ordinary. For instance, this tiny bone whistle was the little beggar's spiritual anchor, allowing him to remember the home he could never return to.
Since the deal had been confirmed and completed, Bai Yujun was preparing to see her customer out when the little beggar, now full, remembered what she had said earlier.
Though terrified of offending a noble, he still gathered his courage and spoke.
"Honored one, you... said I could trade memories of the past. Could I..."
Bai Yujun paused. Was he greedy, or did he truly have the fated opportunity for a second transaction? If it was not something especially valuable, it was not impossible. She would take a look first.
With a sweep of her eyes, she saw that there truly was an opportunity for a second trade.
"You can. Your luck is quite good—you still have one chance to purchase goods. Tell me, what do you wish to buy?"
Perhaps the little beggar did not know what a fated opportunity was. Beside them, the fat tiger stopped licking its paw and watched curiously, thinking to itself that this child really was lucky.
The little beggar cautiously raised