"No, I can't just slink away with my tail between my legs."
"I'm going to take a look inside the Little Shop."
Even after a long while, Dai Mubai still couldn't swallow his resentment.
He was an imperial prince, a genius who had become a Soul Elder at thirteen. Wasn't he far better than the owner of that little shop?
He couldn't stomach this humiliation.
"Create the future with your hands, create happiness with money? What exactly does this shop do?"
Arriving outside the Little Shop, Dai Mubai frowned at the words on either side of its entrance.
When he looked back at the eager spectators outside, one word involuntarily surfaced in his mind: uncanny!
But now that he was here, how could he be satisfied without going inside?
Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the Little Shop.
At that very moment, someone finally spoke.
"Place your bets, place your bets! Guess whether he'll lose or profit!"
"I bet five Copper Soul Coins he'll profit."
"Then I bet ten Silver Soul Coins he'll lose!"
"..."
Dai Mubai stiffened. What were these people talking about, losses and profits?
They're nuts!
I'm here to confront someone, all right!
He entered the shop.
Dai Mubai took in all its furnishings at a glance.
His overall assessment came down to one word: shabby!
"It really is a shop selling jars, but these jars look utterly ordinary. There's nothing decorative about them at all. They're only good for pickling vegetables, aren't they?"
"Has Zhu Zhuqing gone mad, cozying up to a pickle seller? Hah, I, Dai Mubai, spend dozens or even hundreds of Gold Soul Coins on a single night out. He couldn't earn that much selling jars for his entire life, could he?"
In an instant, Dai Mubai had formed a rough impression