"What's wrong?" Ye Shisan froze at those words and looked at the speaker in surprise. Seeing a short, middle-aged cultivator holding what looked like a bamboo pole, he hurriedly asked.
"Can't you see? Five Spirit Stones per person!" The middle-aged cultivator tapped the sign beside him with his little bamboo pole and spoke flatly, his expression contemptuous.
"Why?" The greenhorn Ye Shisan was taken aback. Embarrassment swept across his dark face as he demanded an answer, his voice involuntarily rising.
"Tch! Can't you read?" The middle-aged cultivator's face darkened. He smacked his lips and snapped at him.
"Ah! I...!" Ye Shisan was just about to argue...
Suddenly!
"Ahem! Brother! This is my senior brother's first time visiting your market. He doesn't know the rules! Please forgive him!" Wang Yan hurriedly stepped forward, blocking Ye Shisan. With a tap of his hand, ten Spirit Stones appeared in his palm. He quickly dropped them into the metal funnel and said, "This covers the two of us! Please don't hold it against him!"
"Hmph! Country bumpkins, then! Go on!" The middle-aged cultivator snorted, pointed carelessly ahead with his little bamboo pole, and spoke with disdain...
"You!" Ye Shisan flared up and was about to say something when a tremendous force suddenly struck him from behind, shoving him straight inside...
"...!" His face cold, Wang Yan followed him in...
"Big brother! What are you doing? They...!" Ye Shisan stumbled forward several steps and turned to protest, but when he saw Wang Yan's icy expression, he remembered what he had promised him and immediately dared not utter another word...
"...!" Wang Yan could not even be bothered to acknowledge Ye Shisan and walked straight past him. Only one thought occupied his mind: when could he shake off this damned Ye Shisan? Sooner or later, this