"Found it!"
On a shabby shelf in the corner, Xiao Bai picked up a palm-sized tattered picture from a pile of failed, discarded maps. Its material was exactly the same as the piece he had obtained in the cave.
"You're here to buy a map of the Tagor Desert, aren't you?" an aged voice rang out inside the shop.
Turning to look, Xiao Bai saw that the old man had already stopped the mapping pen in his hand, though his head was still lowered as he looked at the map on the desk.
Xiao Bai slowly walked up to the desk, held the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire Remnant Map, and gave it a little shake toward the old man. Smiling, he asked, "Old sir, might you have any more maps like this here?"
Hearing this, the old man's withered palm trembled slightly. He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the remnant map in Xiao Bai's hand. His eyes narrowed, and a trace of indescribable meaning flashed through them.
"You've seen this kind of remnant map before?"
Only now did Xiao Bai finally see the old man's true appearance. His face was aged, and his eyes were calm, but there was a frightening scar running from his left cheek to the corner of his eye, faintly adding a few shades of fierceness to him.
Xiao Bai shook his head and said, "I have not. I merely feel that this object is fated with me."
"Fated? That's a rather novel way to put it." The old man swept a glance over Xiao Bai. "However, this map is not for sale. It seems you and it have fate, but not the destiny to be together."
"If you want to buy a map, go pick one at the counter. If you're not