The noise came from a stone-gambling stall, where cultivators were clustered eagerly around glittering spirit stones. Each buyer paid dearly for the chance to crack one open, hoping to uncover some hidden treasure within.
The trio sauntered toward it, curiosity piqued.
"Young Master, why not try your luck with these stones? Who knows what treasures await?" the stall owner called out sharply to a young man with striking blue eyes, already holding three sparkling spirit stones.
No one here truly believed the man was middle-aged. Maybe he just enjoyed playing the part, his cosplay-like demeanor made that obvious.
"Luo Shen's luck is insane! Three treasures for barely 1,000 Sect Points?" one onlooker whispered, awestruck.
"That thousand-year-old spirit water… I'm envious!"
"It's only slightly precious water," another muttered.
"Tsk, you wouldn't understand its true value," someone scoffed.
