"If you're opening more jars, get on with it. If not, get lost."
Lin Xiao's voice rang out coldly.
As his words fell, Dai Mubai suddenly felt the pressure on him ease.
He let out a long breath.
Keep opening jars?
Honestly, Dai Mubai wanted to. That feeling of his soul ring growing stronger and his power soaring had been intoxicating.
Addictive, even.
But one crucial problem stood before him!
He was out of money!
The pile of counterfeits in his Space Soul Tool couldn't buy even a single fragment from a jar.
"Boss, I'll come back to open jars once I've scraped together enough money."
There was a struggle in Dai Mubai's voice, but he could only slink away.
Still, Dai Mubai swore he would get back up exactly where he had fallen!
He had lost a soul ring in the Jar Shop today, so he would simply make up for it with another soul skill from the Jar Shop.
It was only one soul skill. If he enhanced his soul ring into a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, wouldn't he have one then?
With two, three, five, or even more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, he would have more soul skills than he could ever use!
What did losing one soul ring matter?
Lin Xiao didn't have to wait long.
After Dai Mubai left, another customer arrived at the Little Shop.
Lin Xiao looked over, his gaze suddenly sharpening.
Well, would you look at that!
Dark green clothes, dark green hair and beard-even the eyes surveying the Little Shop were dark green.
Added to that was an intensely sinister, icy aura that warned strangers away.
Lin Xiao was certain: this was Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo!
*Speak of someone and they really do turn up. I only mentioned