"Mr. Liu, why has the price of Spirit Rice gone up again? Two Spirit Stones a catty, are you trying to rob people!" Suddenly, a voice shattered the calm in the quiet market.
Li Shiming looked toward the direction of the voice, which came from a stall two places over.
Upon hearing about Spirit Rice, he moved closer, but not too close, stopping five meters away.
The other cultivators watching the commotion did the same, standing at a distance to observe without approaching.
Some cultivators even turned and walked away upon hearing the commotion, pulling further away.
Li Shiming could see clearly that the sign on the wooden table at that stall bore the character 'Liu'.
"Spirit Plant seeds!" His eyes lit up when he saw the items for sale on the table.
The only Spirit Plant seed he had was that of Spirit Rice, which alone could provide a sufficient supply of Spirit Rice for his personal use.