The Peddler took down the feather duster and handed it to Li Banfeng. "If you want to buy this, I'll sell it to you for eight yuan."
Li Banfeng was taken aback. "Eight yuan? That cheap?"
The Peddler nodded. "Just that cheap. Lose some, win some, all debts cleared. I believe in fair trade; you should know what kind of quality you get for eight yuan."
What did that mean?
The Peddler made it clear: it was just an ordinary feather duster.
An eight-yuan feather duster couldn't possibly have a Spirit Attribute, but why did Li Banfeng hear the feather duster talking?
The Peddler picked up a rattle. "Some Magical Treasures might be good, but all Magical Treasures come at a cost."
CLANG-A-LANG, CLANG-A-LANG.
The Peddler went off to attend to other customers.
Li Banfeng, carrying a pile of miscellaneous items, stood silently in a daze until Xiao Chuan and Xiao Genzi were out of harm's way, and everyone returned together to Blue Poplar Village.
