The stall owner across the way was a skinny old man, clad in black hemp clothing, with hollow cheeks and sharp, sparkling eyes.
Seeing Zhao Dong approaching, a hint of a mocking smile flashed across the skinny old man's eyes. Looks like another sucker has arrived!
Upon reaching the stall, Zhao Dong's glance swept almost imperceptibly over a stone among the wares. He instinctively felt this stone was unusual. He couldn't even penetrate it with his Spiritual Power to see what was inside. But one thing was certain: whatever was inside this stone was definitely extraordinary.
"Hehehe, young man, everything here is a treasure. See anything you like?"
The skinny old man took one look at Zhao Dong and immediately pegged him as a novice. Definitely easy to fool!
Zhao Dong wasn't foolish, so he didn't inquire about the stone first. Instead, he pointed to a broken mirror nearby and smiled. "Boss, this item looks pretty good. How much is it?"
