"Holy shit??? Bro, tell me more."
"It's this Jar Shop. There are tons of jars inside. You just pay, and you can open one. They contain all sorts of stuff, including Visions. I don't know the details—the Millelith have sealed it off, so no one can get in. I heard it from Zhang Xu."
"What about Zhang Xu?"
"Zhang Xu used fire elemental power in Liyue, causing property damage and creating a hazard, so the Millelith arrested him."
"..."
"I really wanna go in, but the Millelith have it locked down. Can't get close. Otherwise, I could've learned more. The Millelith inside are talking among themselves—dunno what about."
"Of course they'd seal it off after something like this. A little Jar Shop selling Visions? Unbelievable. You can't just buy a Vision—nobody can sell you one even if they wanted to."
"Right? Who the hell is this shopkeeper? Letting someone open a Vision like that—total loss for him."
"Maybe the shopkeeper didn't know."
"You're kidding. The jars in this Jar Shop? Whatever's inside was definitely put there by the shopkeeper. No way around it—he must've stocked the Vision himself."
"Regardless of how he did it, what kind of madman puts a Vision in there to sell? Doesn't he know how valuable they are?"
"Who knows? If he can pull out a Vision to sell in the first place, this ain't surprising. Even Lady Ningguang couldn't sell one."
"No idea how much these jars cost. I wanna open one too."
"Beats me. We'll find out soon enough. Still jealous of Zhang Xu, that risk-loving gambler. He hit the jackpot with a Vision this time—dumb luck."
"Jealous as hell. When are the Millelith gonna lift the seal?"
....
Pedestrians crowded around the entrance to the Jar Shop, eyeing the Millelith guarding the door while chattering away.
Disbelief, shock, excitement, and thrill lingered in every pair of eyes.
Many wanted to go inside for a look, but the Millelith stood firm, blocking the site and keeping everyone out.
All they could do was wait outside until the Millelith finally left.
At that moment, inside the Jar Shop.
A handsome youth who looked about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in simple robes, stared speechlessly at the Millelith in front of him.
He was just selling jars—did they really need to shut down his whole shop?
So what if someone opened a Vision? What was the big deal?
Seriously.
"Hey, when are you guys leaving? I still need to do business."
Lin Mo's face was expressionless as he glanced at the Millelith guarding the door and those standing inside his shop. "You can't just kill my business entirely."
"Sorry, sir. We're under orders from above to maintain order here for now."
The Millelith looked a bit awkward at Lin Mo's words. "You know the commotion you've caused—the hype is huge. If a crowd rushes in, a stampede could happen. We'll have to wait for our superior to arrive. Don't worry, we won't give you any trouble."
After all, he couldn't afford to offend the owner of a shop that sold Visions.
As he spoke, the Millelith's eyes drifted to the shelves behind Lin Mo, lined with jars.
According to Lin Mo—and that Zhang Xu—you bought a jar and cracked open a Vision.
It shattered his worldview.
Visions could be traded?
But when Zhang Xu unleashed fire elemental power with it, he fell silent.
He couldn't make sense of it all, so he just had to wait for backup.
In the meantime, he had to stay polite to Lin Mo.
"Fine."
Seeing how courteous the Millelith was, Lin Mo nodded and didn't push it.
They were just following orders, after all.
Still, thinking of Zhang Xu, even he hadn't expected that guy to open a Vision. Talk about luck.
Too bad he'd gotten arrested for misusing it and wrecking stuff. Who knew what would happen next.
At least he still had plenty of jars left.
Lin Mo turned to the Millelith. "Brother, wanna open a jar? You might even get a Vision."
No customers for now—he could pitch to the Millelith.
His jars were legit; one had already yielded a Vision.
The Millelith's heart stirred at Lin Mo's words. "How much for one of the boss's jars?"
He knew he probably couldn't afford it—a jar with a chance at a Vision wouldn't be cheap.
But it didn't hurt to ask.
Earlier, he'd only asked Lin Mo about Zhang Xu, not the jars themselves.
"Ten thousand Mora for an ordinary jar."
Lin Mo smiled lightly. "Ordinary jars contain all sorts of things. A Vision isn't even the rarest—better stuff's in there too, just lower odds. Get lucky, and you pull a Vision. Get unlucky, maybe just a Qingxin or some weird trinket."
The Millelith: "...."
Ten thousand Mora a pop. Yeah, not cheap.
He shook his head. "Can't afford it. Pass."
An average person's monthly wage was just a few thousand Mora. All his savings combined didn't hit ten thousand.
With a wife and kids at home, he barely scraped by each month. No spare cash for jars.
Plus, Lin Mo said it was pure luck. You could lose big or win big—he didn't think he had Vision-level luck.
It was gambling, plain and simple. He wasn't touching it.
Another merchant might be tempted.
But for regular folks like him, most wouldn't drop coin on an unknown jar.
They didn't believe they'd hit a Vision.
"What a shame."
Seeing the Millelith pass for lack of funds, Lin Mo didn't press.
His jars were pricey for commoners—this was just the ordinary ones.
Of course, for those chasing Visions, they'd snap them up.
Ten thousand Mora a jar? Pocket change for big merchants. A shot at a Vision and escaping mortal life? Total steal.