Xie Jiuniang once again embarked on her journey of setting up a street stall.
This time, she laid out a hundred items.
Tattered umbrellas, pen holders, broken swords, water bottles, beast skin scrolls, and more, a wide variety.
There was not a single similar item.
Xie Jiuniang had also put thought into her purchases, and she did not want anything that was obviously fake at first glance.
"All these have been carefully selected by me. Just one look and you can feel they are extraordinary. Fate lies right here. If you don't buy, it means they have no destiny with you. Just think of the Soul-Nourishing Wood, think of Buddha's Green Lamp—"
Xie Jiuniang began boasting again, her little mouth especially capable of talking at length.
But some people always felt something was familiar.
A disciple stepped forward, spent a hundred Spirit Stones, and picked one item.