"I need to earn spirit stones now to purchase a Golden Core Pill. Zhang Wu doesn't want me to earn spirit stones to buy the Golden Core Pill, so he'll come to snatch my customers. Previous cultivator seniors have all been snatched by Zhang Wu."
"I see." No wonder that Zhang Wu looked at Zhao San with such a hateful gaze.
Zhao San guided Lu onto the main street, which was three zhang wide, with buildings on both sides lined like scales, and banners hanging under the blue tiles bearing the names "Dan Sha Workshop" and "Hundred Herbs Pavilion."
The steam from the opened bamboo basket was wrapped with the sweet scent of spirit grain and collided directly with the sparks flying from the iron shop.
An old woman squatted at the street corner guarding a bamboo sieve, beside which lay three violet-patterned ganoderma: fifty-year wild goods, exchangeable for a bundle of Jiao Jin Rope!
