The person who had barged into their space was a stout middle-aged man. Han Xuhan recognized him. He had avoided his grasping hands just a few minutes ago while entering the pavilion.
His unfriendly face made the young worker flinch.
"....It's only one customer, big brother. I needed some money too-"
"You don't have mouths at home to feed. What are you going to waste it on? You're not planning to continue your cultivation, are you? Idiot!"
The middle-aged man casually threw out a kick, and the younger guy avoided it effortlessly. But he didn't press the matter. Giving Han Xuhan a miserable look, he jogged away from the aisle.
The older worker turned towards Han Xuhan with an ingratiating smile on his face.
"Aha! I see that you're intending to purchase quite a few things! Big spender, big spender! I admire disciples like you the most, who know how to spend money wisely in large amounts! Let me help you choose-"
