Just how painful was shopping?
Su Ping had not experienced much of it before.
Or rather, someone like him hardly ever went shopping.
The only shopping trip he remembered at all was perhaps the one with Miss Qin in the Imperial City last summer, when he went there for the Young Beast Tamer Assessment competition.
But he had not felt anything particular about it back then.
Because throughout that trip, he had been thinking about Meng Huangliang and Dream Entry.
He had never imagined that the mystery behind Dream Entry was actually those bastards from Eagle Country hoodwinking the entire world.
To prove they were not such useless cowards, they had come up with this farce of a Super-Tier Hall Skill.
And in the end, that damn skill was merely a mutated ordinary skill. Perhaps Meng Huangliang's other skills had been combined with it, but he had not known that at the time.
Back then, Miss Qin had led him running all over the place, while all Su Ping did was keep thinking.
He had not properly experienced any of it.
Later, he had even spent more than two hours thinking in the cinema.
Today, however, he finally repaid the debt he had incurred back then.
Here on Sakura Capital's largest shopping street, in its largest pet beast and leisure malls, he had already made round after round with Dong Muyun.
From resource and pet beast shops to ordinary clothing and shoe stores, they walked and paused, barely ever stopping.
At first, Su Ping had been interested.
After all, this was a foreign land.
The last time he visited the Nation of Ten Thousand Islands, he had been occupied with the auction. After winning the Qi of the Two Forms, he had hurried back to the Heart of Myriad Spirits