"Fifteen Feather Blood?" Lin Hui was taken aback.
"New here? We only deal in Feather Blood. No silver coins, no gold notes." The stall owner's attitude turned cold in an instant.
Lin Hui looked at the short sword. It was quite a novelty, clearly something out of the ordinary. But the owner only accepted Feather Blood, which made things difficult.
He glanced over at Anbo. The man was already haggling with another stall owner over an incense burner.
"Can you tell me what this short sword does?" Lin Hui asked, turning back to the stall owner.
"Sharp, sturdy, and induces Mental Paralysis." The stall owner's reply was terse. Seeing that Lin Hui had no Feather Blood, he couldn't even be bothered to waste more than a few words on him.
Helpless, Lin Hui could only get up and continue browsing. He hadn't gone far before Anbo, up ahead, finished his transaction and waved back at him.
"Alright, I got what I came for. I'm heading out, my friend."
