In Qing Wu's observational perspective, the woman's shimmering phantom wore a golden mask hiding her face, but the bottle of Spirit Core Pills under her cloak was as clear as day;
As for the appearance of the man haggling in preparation for a transaction, Qing Wu simply ignored it.
As the saying goes, "capture the king first to capture the bandits," Qing Wu's goal was clear—just pretend to inquire about purchasing Elixirs and strike when the other party is unprepared.
Running away is not an option, especially with this diminutive woman, the easiest to control...
"What kind of Elixir are you selling? What's the price?" Qing Wu confidently stepped forward, lowering his voice to ask while forcefully nudging aside the hesitant man wanting to buy the Elixir.
Hu Zhile did not answer but glanced at the little sister nearby identifying targets by aura; Hu Jiu's petite and twisted figure gently nodded, indicating that it was Qing Wu from the Auction House inquiring.
