The young boy stood skeptically by his small stall, his gaze fixed on Dean Chen's hastily retreating figure. 'Could this little bottle of mine really be worth one hundred taels of Gold?'
He'd heard that previously found bottles only sold for twenty or thirty taels of silver. 'Is that old man pulling my leg?'
The young boy watched Dean Chen enter a restaurant. His eyes widened when he looked up at the sign—the old man had gone into the Immortal Sea Building.
The Immortal Sea Building was a restaurant established just a few years ago. Rumor had it that its branches were spread across several kingdoms, its menu featured seafood primarily from Nanyuan, and its prices were far beyond what an ordinary person could afford.
Before long, he saw Dean Chen walk out empty-handed. The light instantly faded from his eyes. He scoffed, "I knew that old man was just full of hot air..."
