As the news of the treasure hunt leaked out, every street vendor in Shancheng rolled up their stalls to join in. The piles of junk stretched along both sides of the road, running all the way from the Beast Temple to the gates of Shancheng—a full five miles long.
Li Ruochen stood before the temple gates, gazing out toward the city entrance, muttering to himself as he wondered just how many pieces of junk had been brought out for this event.
Only then did Fang Ximu speak up. "I hear that whether it's a battle of wits or force, this kind of competition can easily bankrupt a person. Though nobody has to bleed, still..."
Chapter 335