"What... is this?"
Leon opened his mouth, but his voice was incredibly hoarse, startling even himself.
Ever since coming out of Sain Underground City, he had not had a drop of water, nor had he been able to sleep. Coupled with the torment of fear, he now looked no different from a living corpse. No wonder no one on the streets had recognized him.
The spirited Lion Leon of the past would never have looked this pathetic.
"Fear-Repelling Powder. A medicinal powder that dispels fear, perfect for your current condition." Gong Qiying pushed the paper packet toward him. "One packet, one silver coin. Fair price for all."
One silver coin? This guy had to be crazy.
Leon thought that one silver coin was enough to buy a high-quality Blood Healing Potion, or two or three mid-grade healing potions. The effects of one mid-grade healing potion were equivalent to Dru's healing magic.
In other words, this shopkeeper was confident that one packet of his powder could rival a Blood Healing Potion?
He had never even heard of Fear-Repelling Powder. Besides, dispel fear? Are you saying I'm afraid of something? That's impossible!
Leon's mental state was extremely unstable. In his ears, Gong Qiying's explanation of the Fear-Repelling Powder sounded like a harsh, deeply sarcastic mockery, making rage surge within him.
"Hehe, an idiot really is an idiot. You actually think strangers are all mocking you? You're nothing special, little brother."
"Shut up!"
That faint voice came from behind him again. The biting words nearly drove Leon mad. He spun around and wildly swung at the air, as though trying to kill the ghost clinging to him.
Just as he was about to hit the counter behind him, a pair of strong hands suddenly clamped down on his arms.
"What are you doing?