It was this force that lured Long Chen toward the antique shop.
Just as Long Chen was about to enter, a man suddenly stepped in his path, holding out a hand to stop him.
"Hold on."
Long Chen stopped, looked up at the man, and asked indifferently, "What is it?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Long Chen's ragged clothes and destitute appearance, his face immediately twisting into a look of disdain and contempt. "You can't go in here!"
"Why not?" Long Chen countered.
"There's no need for 'why'!" the middle-aged man said bluntly. "I am the owner of this antique shop. I have the right to decide who can enter and who cannot. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Long Chen shook his head disdainfully. In the end, wasn't this guy just another snob who judges people by their appearance?
Long Chen directly took out a pill from his spatial ring.
The moment he saw it, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up. His gaze locked onto the pill, and his hands involuntarily drifted toward it.
