The first shop mainly sold miscellaneous goods.
It had everything, from weapons and Pills down to plants, tables, and chairs.
Hong Yu's gaze swept past, but then it froze on an object in the corner—a piece of a dry, yellowed tree trunk.
It was covered in strange patterns and a thick layer of dust, clearly untouched and uncared for for many days.
"Huh? I can't believe they actually have something like this here."
Hong Yu muttered to himself, his expression one of keen interest.
He then walked over, casually examining the surrounding merchandise and asking for a few prices. Finally, as if discovering it by accident, he pointed to the trunk and asked in feigned confusion, "Shopkeeper, what is this thing? Why would you put a piece of dried-up wood here? You're not planning to scam someone, are you?"
"My esteemed guest, you are mistaken. We're doing business in the Four Kings Hall; how would we dare sell fake goods?"
