The bustling heart of Pill King Market is filled with countless people.
Fragrance of spiritual herbs, and sounds of bartering and laughter fused into a chaotic symphony. It was a realm of treasure and temptation.
Kent walked silently beside Lin Lin, hands behind his back, his gaze calm but calculating.
"I thought you'd be excited to buy things," Lin Lin asked as she turned to him. "Most of them started shopping the moment we landed."
Kent gave a faint smile. "Prices are always highest on the first day. They drop drastically before final bidding. I'm just… observing."
Lin Lin raised a brow. "You really act like an old man sometimes."
Just as she spoke, a wave of snide laughter echoed from behind.
"Look at them, wandering like beggars."
"Hahaha! The great Kulu Nation can't even afford to rank two pills?"
"Maybe their sect teaches them patience instead of prosperity."
Kent didn't need to turn to know—it was the White Fox Clan disciples.
