The Daoist sprinted all the way, panting like an ox, as though an evil spirit were chasing him.
After racing across most of the street, he finally spotted Ming Hao and the others browsing at a bustling stall.
In front of the stall, Lin Zihan wore a vivid scarlet glazed-silk dress. Tall and graceful, she stood out strikingly in the crowd.
The Daoist recognized her at once. Secretly delighted, he hurried his steps, afraid he might lose sight of her in the blink of an eye.
Standing before the stall, Ming Hao turned the dazzling assortment of weapons and cultivation manuals over curiously, as though he had discovered a treasure trove.
However, most of these items were incomplete. Intact ones were truly rare.
The stall was piled with all sorts of strange things, from incomplete cultivation manuals to damaged weapons.
There were also some pitch-black spirit stones, unidentified fragments, pills of unknown purpose, and more. It had practically everything.
Among them, a tattered moon-white dress caught everyone's attention.
According to the stallholder, a goddess had casually discarded the dress after it was damaged in a fierce battle. He told the story in such convincing detail that he sounded as though he had witnessed it himself.
This set quite a few men bidding against one another, making the scene exceptionally lively.
In the end, a sleazy-looking man bought the tattered moon-white dress for the steep price of six hundred Lower-Grade Spirit Stones.
Ming Hao's eyes lit up at the sight. He turned that gleaming gaze on Lin Zihan, practically drooling.
Lin Zihan seemed to understand what he was planning. Thoroughly disgusted, she reached for his waist and twisted hard, making Ming Hao howl in pain.
Ming Hao howled so loudly that everyone looked over. Embarrassed, Lin Zihan immediately covered