When the sale of the Drama Shadow Boxes was announced, the crowd ahead surged forward like a flood. But before they could reach the entrance of Breeze Magic Materials Shop, they were suppressed by the overwhelming force of the Art Faction and Alchemy Faction groups.
Before an even greater force could break through their blockade, the only way to gain purchasing rights was to join one of those two groups.
"Since I can't be a clear stream, then I'll wallow in the mire with them." Determination flashed in Loki's eyes as he turned to Falga beside him.
Loki had originally wanted to ask whether Falga wished to join him in checking out the Art Faction first. However, Falga was currently frowning, seemingly still lost in thought.
"The sales have already started. What are you still thinking about?" Loki shook Falga.
Falga said, "I still have some doub—"
Before Falga could finish, Loki cut him off. "Do you know what Muse, the dean of the Research Institute, is doing right now? Do you know why Fingernail Granny hasn't practiced alchemy for so many years? Do you know how that mysterious potion of the potion master was obtained?"
Falga shook his head blankly.
"See? You don't know." Loki looked utterly matter-of-fact. "Then isn't that enough? Everything has an answer, but do we necessarily need to know the answers to all these things? If it benefits our cultivation, there's no harm in learning about it. But we're only buying an alchemical work—why care so much? It's like buying a bowl of Witch's Soup. Would you wonder what ingredients were put into it when it was brewed?"
Falga said, "That's not the same..."
"There's no difference. We can't possibly guess the right answer now anyway, so why fuss over what lies behind it?" After