His gaze was filled with awe and respect.
A few days ago, her identity as "Golden Core Sword Cultivator of the Sword Storage Pavilion" and her extraordinary swordsmanship left a deep impression on people's hearts.
Tang Qingyan seemed to rather enjoy this reverence, maintaining a cold and aloof demeanor, only nodding slightly to the greetings around her and rarely responding.
However, when her gaze fell upon Shen Xuan, she actively stopped in her tracks, nodded lightly to him, and even slightly bowed.
For the always cold Tang Qingyan, this was a rare display of enthusiasm and courtesy.
"Fellow Daoist Tang, have you found anything to your liking?" Shen Xuan reciprocated with a smile.
Tang Qingyan slightly shook her head, her voice clear: "They are all ordinary things, nothing I fancy."
Shen Xuan smiled knowingly, saying no more, and continued walking.
After only a few steps, he noticed a crowd gathered around another stall.
It was Lady Hu selling goods.
