Seeing the buyer flick his sleeve and leave, the stall owner looked rather pleased with himself.
But after all, he was doing business here, so he still had to keep up appearances.
"Take a look, everyone, take a look. This man had a guilty conscience and was afraid of running into the inspectors, so he ran off.
"But it's no matter. I still have the magnanimity to forgive others, so I'll let him off this time.
"Since you all happened to pass by, it is fate. Why not have a look around? I guarantee that my goods are absolutely genuine."
It had to be said that this man's skin was thicker than the corner of a city wall.
Anyone with even a little sense would not patronize his business.
Of course, even if the stall owner had truly been wronged, the truth of the matter was no longer important.
The mere suspicion that he sold counterfeit goods was enough.
As the buyer left, the cultivators watching the spectacle gradually dispersed as well.
Throughout the whole affair, ninety-nine percent of them had merely come to watch the fun. Hardly anyone had paid attention to the goods on his stall.
After waiting for some time and seeing no one come forward to ask, the stall owner cursed his bad luck under his breath.
He then swiftly packed up his stall and hurried toward the mouth of the street.
At that moment, Fang Xiao, who had remained hidden among the crowd and kept his eye on the man, followed without hesitation.
Naturally, he was not following him because he had taken a fancy to that pile of junk.
His true target was the stall owner himself.
The reason was simple: this man was an old acquaintance of Fang Xiao's.
Ever since Fang Xiao