Gu Sheng shook his head disdainfully and turned to leave.
The stall owner desperately tried to stop him.
"Six taels of silver?"
"If not, then four taels!"
"Young master, name your price!"
Gu Sheng didn't even turn his head, only a faint voice echoed back:
"Do you take me for a fool? Without any secret medicine, practicing your manual is nothing but a waste of time."
The stall owner froze in place, watching Gu Sheng's departing figure and shook his head helplessly.
However, deep down, he felt a flutter of excitement.
"This is a fat sheep… Taking a hundred taels of silver without hesitation. Must be some rich young master out for a stroll. Do I go for it? After this score, I can retreat for dedicated cultivation. If trouble really arises, I'll lay low for a while. Worst case, I'll change identities and keep selling…"
His gaze flickered, secretly trailing Gu Sheng's silhouette.
