The voice was loud and clear.
Naturally, it attracted the attention of many people.
The medicine vendor, wrapped in a black cloak, sat there with an indistinct face, and the stall in front was just a piece of tattered cloth, with the words 'Selling Nourishing Essence Pill, 120 Silver Coin per pill' written on it.
Standing in front of the stall was a man wearing a dramatic, theatrical mask, his figure also obscured by a cloak.
"My medicine is self-made, more potent, why can't I sell it for 120 Silver Coin?"
The vendor asked coldly.
"You say it's good, so it is?"
"What proof do you have?"
"Why don't you let me try one?"
The man with the dramatic mask shouted again.
"Heh."
The vendor snorted coldly and stopped speaking.
The people around were watching.
Some were just there for the spectacle.
Some were full of disdain.
Some frowned secretly and began to retreat.
The secret gathering, although secretive, was not safe.
Jason was among those retreating.
