Bai Lingling strolled around the shop with her
hands behind her back, looking so relaxed that anyone who did not know better might have thought she was simply passing time after lunch.
However, what entered her eyes was completely different from what ordinary people saw.
To the crowd, the shop was nothing more than a sea of old seashells of varying sizes, some smooth, some rough, some dull, some faintly lustrous. In their eyes, the value of these seashells depended on experience, instinct, luck, and, for some shameless people, how good they were at lying through their teeth with a straight face.
Bai Lingling almost wanted to applaud.
Tsk, What a beautiful business model. Half guessing, half bluffing, and half acting shameless. No wonder this place was so lively.
But in Bai Lingling's eyes, every single seashell was covered in different layers of spiritual energy.
