The old book hasn't been returned, the new book hasn't been borrowed yet.
Zhou Yi took a stroll around the trading area, feeling at ease once he saw that prices were stable.
He bumped into several naive newbies who wasted their spirit stones on spiritual objects manufactured just last week, still grinning and thinking they scored a huge profit.
The loose cultivators who recently arrived at the marketplace—maybe they had enjoyed too much status in the mortal world, or maybe they were truly full of themselves—always imagine themselves as the protagonists of some story, stumbling upon opportunities and making a killing at the market.
Zhou Yi stood by and watched, of course not bothering to remind them.
Any cultivator brazen enough to openly sell fakes or flog last week's spiritual goods in the market definitely has their own connections and backing.
