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In the trading area of the Crocodile Tribe, Jiang Xuan wandered around with great interest.
The trading area was not very large, and there were not many goods inside, but it was still quite fresh for Jiang Xuan.
He saw someone selling pottery, so he walked over to take a look.
"Want a pottery jar?"
The stall owner was a young warrior, with scars on his face and arms, looking quite intimidating.
Jiang Xuan squatted down to take a closer look at the pottery jar.
The jar was very roughly made, neither smooth nor well-fired, far inferior to the pottery jars of the Vine Tribe.
Jiang Xuan shook his head and said, "I don't need it for now."
The young warrior gave Jiang Xuan a disdainful look, then ignored him, clearly thinking Jiang Xuan couldn't offer anything of equal value to trade.
