"Brother Junyi, today may have been another wasted day. We haven't even earned enough to cover the stall fee."
Guan Man looked at the sun already slanting westward and could not help speaking softly, her eyes filled with worry.
They had been here for nearly an entire day, yet they had sold only one puppet in total. After deducting the cost of the crafting materials, they had not even earned enough for the stall fee.
Guan Junyi gently patted her shoulder, but a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Those people simply don't know quality. The last few times, Uncle Tianxi and the others sold quite a lot. Those were the people who truly understood puppets!"
"But those spirit stones have nearly been used up. Now there's only enough to craft some puppets for sale, while the others in the village can no longer continue cultivating. They really are too..."
Guan Man said worriedly.
And as she reached the end, her tone seemed to carry some dissatisfaction. Upon hearing this, Guan Junyi immediately cut her off before she could finish.
"Them... what does it matter whether they cultivate or not? At most, they'll end up like us in the future. As long as they can craft a few things, that's enough. All right, get ready to head back!"
His gaze seemed to sweep carelessly over the distance. On this long street, several figures were wandering about, leisurely moving among the other temporary stalls.
Those people would occasionally stop in front of a stall to inspect something, but from time to time, their gazes still fell in this direction.
Though Guan Junyi wore a smile, a trace of venomous resentment flashed deep in his eyes, only to be well concealed.
As he spoke, he prepared to put away the puppets on the