"Sure."
Yang Yong froze.
What had she said?
Sure?
He felt a chill rise up his spine and spread through his entire body.
It was like plunging into an ice cavern.
That feeling reached its peak when the woman spoke again.
"Shall we trade now?"
Her voice was very quiet, very gentle.
But to Yang Yong, it was like an icy needle driving straight into his brain.
As someone with Sequence Transcendence, he had that inexplicable sense.
That powerful warning when facing danger, when facing a life-or-death crisis...
At this moment, it kept pounding like a drum deep within his consciousness.
The rhythm grew faster and faster.
The sound grew louder and louder.
There really was something fucking fishy about this trade!
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Yong said, "Let me go back and get the rice."
Then he turned and left.
He gave the stallholder no chance to speak at all.
"Hey..."
Just as Yang Yong had expected, the stallholder grew very anxious and called out to stop him. "What do you have on you?"
"We can trade right now!"
Her voice held urgency, along with an indescribable...
Craving.
There it is, Yang Yong thought.
When you turned to leave while haggling, and the other party still tried to stop you...
That meant the seller definitely stood to profit.
In this case, she was definitely taking a loss on the goods.
Then she could only be... making it back somewhere else.
And what... was that somewhere else?
A sentence flashed through Yang Yong's mind: every kind of Sequence Transcendence had something incredible about it.
In other words, every kind of Sequence Transcendence had incredible abilities.
Perhaps it was some sort of lethal scheme?
Although Yang Yong had the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace to protect him, he did not dare gamble.