After stepping into the tavern, she found it noticeably quieter than the other taverns, which were packed with people and filled with the fragrance of wine. Not only was there not a single customer inside, there was not even any scent of wine in the air.
Seeing a young girl like Xue Fuyao walk in, a thin, sallow-faced young man behind the counter, who looked to be only in his twenties, said impatiently, "Out, out. If you want wine, go somewhere else. You're not welcome here."
"I'm not buying wine," Xue Fuyao said.
Yet his attitude did not improve in the slightest at those words. Instead, it grew even worse.
"If you're not buying wine, what are you doing here? Looking for trouble? Get out! You're not welcome here!"
Faced with the young man's impatience, Xue Fuyao slapped a gold ingot onto the counter and said coldly, "Can we have a proper conversation now?"
At the sight of the gleaming gold ingot, the young man's eyes immediately lit up. The impatience on his face vanished in an instant, and he hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. What do you need? I have everything here."
Xue Fuyao looked around and said, "I want this shop of yours, including everything inside."
Hearing this, the young man looked hesitant. "You don't understand, honored customer. My father left me this shop. It's my ancestral property. If I sell it to you, how am I supposed to answer to my father?"
"So you're refusing?" Xue Fuyao stared straight at him.
The young man took a deep breath and firmly shook his head. "No, I mean you'll have to pay more. And I don't want gold or silver. I want Spirit Stones. Ten Upper-Grade Spirit Stones."
"Ten is too many. The size and location of this