The shopkeeper scanned the area with his feeble Divine Sense and his heart began to pound violently, an uncontrollable greed appearing on his face as he whispered, "Senior, these items..."
"Hmm?" Li Zhirui's eyes flashed with a dark light as an immense pressure bore down directly on the man, and the shopkeeper, whose eyes had been blinded by greed, suddenly snapped back to reality. He realized the vast gap between their statuses and their strengths, and that he was in no position to make any demands in front of a Golden Core cultivator.
A cold sweat drenched the shopkeeper's back, and he bowed with a tremble, saying anxiously and fearfully, "Please, Senior, follow me."
"Hmm."
Under the watchful eyes of all, Li Zhirui followed the shopkeeper to an empty backyard, without any worry that the other party had laid traps.