"What kind of divine artifact are you looking for, honored customer?"
Luo Shan stood before Jiang Ping An with a beaming smile, rubbing his hands together in an eager show of hospitality.
With one hand behind his back, Jiang Ping An surveyed the shop. "Bring out every top-grade fifth-tier fire-attribute saber you have. I want to see them."
"Right this way to a private room, honored customer."
Luo Shan led Jiang Ping An into a private room and personally poured him a cup of strong liquor. "Please wait a moment. I'll fetch the Divine Weapons from the storeroom."
"Mm."
Jiang Ping An raised the cup and took a small sip.
That single sip was enough for him to notice something wrong with the liquor.
It stimulated the body and produced an intense feeling of pleasure that could become addictive. It also affected the soul and one's state of mind.
Drink too much of it, and a person's thoughts would grow muddled during a transaction, robbing them of sound judgment.
But Jiang Ping An did not stop. Instead, he drained the cup.
Most shops served their customers tea. This one served liquor.
He had come to Luo Family territory precisely to find a shady shop. That would make the later stages of his plan easier.
To stumble upon one so soon—his luck was excellent.
Luo Shan left the room, closed the door, and sent a voice transmission to the maid outside. "Go in and look after that big fish. Above all, make sure he drinks more Drunken God Brew."
"Yes, manager."
The maid opened the door and sashayed into the private room. She approached Jiang Ping An, parted her red lips, and spoke in a soft, honeyed voice.
"Drinking alone must be so dull, honored customer. Let me feed you."
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