"Miss?"
Seeing Sang Luo's expression shift, the fruit in her hand already crushed to a pulp, Aunt Tun called out uneasily.
Sang Luo took a deep breath, her expression calming. "So that's what happened."
"Miss, I've told you everything I know. I haven't hidden a single thing, I swear. Can you please let me go?"
"I'm afraid not. I'll have to trouble you for a little while longer." Sang Luo offered a demure smile. "I'm new here and want to look around more, but I'm missing a guide."
"Don't you worry, Miss! I know all the fun places in this city and which shops have the best goods!"
The Lost City was truly bustling. The goods on display in shops and at street stalls were strange and exotic, many of which even Sang Luo had never seen. While most were fakes and imitations, one could still find good treasures—it all depended on your eye and your luck.
There was a legendary one-of-a-kind ancient text, though who knew if it was real or fake.
