"Yeah, if you want some, I can take you. I guarantee they're pure gold."
He Lang changed the subject. "So, if you were buying, what's your price?"
The man shot to his feet, glaring at He Lang. "Are you messing with me?"
He Lang chuckled and stood up as well. "Easy there, friend. If I were selling, would you dare to buy?"
The man paused, studying the two of them, as if weighing whether they were telling the truth.
"You're really selling? How many bars?"
He Lang patted his pocket, producing a metallic jingle. Only then did the man relax.
"Follow me."
He Lang raised an eyebrow. "What about your stall—"
The man waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. No one would dare touch it. Someone's coming to watch it."
With that, he led He Lang and Xue Xingzhou deeper into the market and down an alley.
After a short walk, they stopped in front of a Ruyi-style gate. He knocked three times.
