Morning. Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market. Threads of sunlight filtered down from the sky, faintly illuminating the entire Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market. As the sun rose, the market gradually "came to life." Silhouettes crisscrossed. On the somewhat narrow streets, shouts of vendors could be heard from all directions. "Low-grade Thick...
Morning. Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market. Threads of sunlight filtered down from the sky, faintly illuminating the entire Bamboo Mountain Immortal Market. As the sun rose, the market gradually "came to life." Silhouettes crisscrossed. On the somewhat narrow streets, shouts of vendors could be heard from all directions. "Low-grade Thick Earth Talisman! A must-have for protection! Five spirit stones apiece!" "Spirit Rice! Homegrown Spirit Rice! One spirit stone for ten pounds!" "Low-grade beast meat! Two pounds for one spirit stone!" "…" The spring breeze carried a slight chill as pedestrians hurried along the streets. Only the vendors eagerly watched the passing crowds, hoping for business to come their way. He Song tightened his sleeves, his gaze scanning the surrounding crowd. He lingered
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