Inside Qianyuan Market, people came and went in a bustling, lively stream. A Qi Refinement Late-stage Cultivator moved among the crowd. On his head, he wore a strange black stone mask; he was dressed in a gray robe, with a bulging, oversized animal-skin pack strapped to his back, and a mystic iron short blade tied around his waist. His sharp gaze swept back and forth across the surrounding stalls.
This person was none of us other than Shi Lei. As he looked at the bustling streets and shops, taking in the busy, toil-worn figures of the various cultivators, he strolled leisurely along the path lined with market stalls, a sudden notion quietly taking root in his mind: he wanted to open a shop right here.
Yet at this moment, he didn't have a single Spirit Stone to his name.
Chapter 51