There truly was nothing outstanding at the Feng Family's market, nowhere near the same league as Jingbo City. Still, Xiao Hua had not come for finished goods. After buying quite a bit of low-grade talisman paper and talisman ink, he had nothing else to purchase. He then tucked his hands into his sleeves and strolled about at leisure, waiting quietly for an hour to pass.
"Eh, what is this?" Xiao Hua had wandered around for quite some time, stopping here and squatting there, looking exceedingly relaxed. But when he reached a small stall, his gaze was immediately drawn to a pitch-black rod over three feet long. The rod had been tossed to one side of the stall, amid a clutter of miscellaneous objects that all looked entirely ordinary.
Xiao Hua did not hurry over. He merely stood quietly in a slightly more crowded spot nearby, seemingly bargaining together with the others, while his eyes occasionally flicked toward that stall.
The stall owner was a burly middle-aged man with a square face and rough skin, without the slightest trace of a cultivator's ethereal bearing. Apparently, nothing at his stall attracted much interest. Nearly everyone merely glanced at it casually without stopping. Even the few who did pause would sweep their eyes over the goods, then leave again before they had even settled their footing. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man's face showed obvious anxiety. From time to time, he would raise a hand as if to greet someone, but in the end, not a single word came from his mouth.
After watching for a while, Xiao Hua came to a decision. He slowly strolled over to the middle-aged cultivator's stall. Seeing Xiao Hua stop before his goods, the cultivator's face lit up with delight. He rubbed his two large hands together vigorously, clearly