At Xue Fuyao's question, a helpless expression appeared on the stall owner's face. Looking woebegone and somewhat wary, he glanced at the two mother-daughter pairs who were arguing.
Seeing this, she did not press him. After all, the people involved were still there. If the stall owner really dared to say anything, he would truly be courting death. Besides, she had only intended to distract him in the first place.
With Big Treasure's guidance, Xue Fuyao found what she wanted. It was a rectangular piece of wood with intricate patterns carved into its surface. It looked like a solid block, but its weight felt wrong in her hand, and something rattled inside when she shook it.
Seeing what Xue Fuyao held, the stall owner said, "You have a good eye, miss. I obtained this some years ago. There should be something stored inside, but my cultivation is limited. Even after trying every method I could, I couldn't open it. I suppose whatever is inside isn't destined for me, so I put it up for sale."
The stall owner spoke with such heartfelt sincerity, as though he truly had no choice and genuinely wanted to find the person destined for this object.
Yet Xue Fuyao remained unmoved by his performance and asked coolly, "Stop acting. I'm young, not stupid. Just name your price. If the price-"
"One hundred low-grade Spirit Stones!" The stall owner raised one finger and announced in a booming voice, the expression he had deliberately put on vanishing without a trace.
His voice drew the attention of even the arguing mothers and daughters nearby, along with those watching them.
At that, Xue Fuyao hefted the object in her hand and continued, "If the price is right, I'll take it. If it isn't..."
Xue Fuyao narrowed her eyes, and