After wandering the market for over an hour, Yu Xuan still hadn't found anything worth spending his 100 sect points on.
The prices were… devastating.
He had seen all sorts of strange and fascinating items:
A glowing armor that lit up whenever someone struck it.
A sword that changed its size with the user's will.
Robes that produced a continuous wind effect for drama.
Glasses that made the wearer look alert even while sleeping.
He even came across a few suspicious-looking potions sold by vendors with too much mystery and not enough credibility.
It was nearly time to head back when, on the way toward the meeting point, Yu Xuan spotted a new vendor hurriedly setting up shop. The man was unpacking various brushes, calligraphy tools, and high-quality practice papers.
Yu Xuan's instincts kicked in, he was fond of painting too. Either way, he felt drawn to the stall and walked over. Lingluo and Ming Tianmei followed out of curiosity.
