Ning Rongrong's Lucky Find

"Okay."

Dai Chengfeng let her pull him along, his gaze sweeping silently over both sides of the street.

About fifteen minutes later, the two of them arrived at an open plaza.

The place was bustling with noise, stalls packed densely together and stretching as far as the eye could see.

The air was mixed with all kinds of smells—spices, medicinal herbs, leather, metal, and the aroma of cooking food.

"This is it!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she dragged Dai Chengfeng straight into the crowd.

The market was enormous, divided into more than a dozen sections.

Ning Rongrong had a clear target and headed straight for the antiques and curiosities area in the northeast corner.

There were relatively fewer stalls here, and fewer people too. The things laid out on each stall were all strange and unusual—rusted blades and swords, damaged porcelain, dull-colored jewelry, oddly shaped ornaments, and some objects whose use could not be discerned at all.

Dai Chengfeng walked very slowly, his gaze carefully sweeping over every stall.

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, was extremely curious. She stopped for a while at almost every stall, picking this up to look at it, touching that and asking about it.

"How much is this?"

She picked up a carved wooden box and asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was a lean middle-aged man. He glanced at her. "Three hundred Gold Soul Coins."

Ning Rongrong curled her lip and set down the wooden box. "The wood is ordinary, and the carving is just average. It's worth fifty at most."

The stall owner's expression stiffened, and he laughed awkwardly. "You've got a good eye, miss..."

A hint of a smile flashed through Dai Chengfeng's eyes.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was wealthy beyond compare, and Ning Rongrong had grown up immersed