"Th-that... of course you don't have to open it here, but are you planning to carry it home like that?" Seeing Zheng Fan lift the raw ore with one hand, the shopkeeper felt air whistling through his mouth as his teeth chattered nonstop.
Zheng Fan waved a hand and said, "I'll just carry it like this. Unless you can handle it for me?"
The shopkeeper rubbed his cheeks hard with both hands and finally managed to smile again. Then he said loudly, "Of course we can! In business, the customer is king. Since you've asked, we'll make it happen. Please leave your address, and we'll deliver it to your doorstep by tonight at the latest."
Zheng Fan gently set the ore on the floor and said, sounding a little troubled, "I don't remember where I live."
"Damn, this brat's here to mess with us, isn't he? I never knew Nanke Market had rules like that," a martial cultivator in the distance said viciously.
"Don't be ridiculous. Look at the ore in his hand. It's called guyasha, and it weighs over three tons. That young man lifted it with one hand. He's probably a level-nine expert." Someone beside him who knew his stuff hurriedly grabbed his companion.
"A level-nine expert? How could a level-nine expert be that young?" the first martial cultivator said. But his pale face made it clear he was only trying to reassure himself. He looked around, found that no one was paying attention to him, and hurried away.
"Ahem, well, forgetting your house number is perfectly normal. We can just send one of our staff along with you to check." An assistant nearby wanted to say something, but the fat shopkeeper silenced him with a glare.
After spending several hours dawdling around the first basement level, Zheng