What Feng Hao found even more incredible was that there was a group of fourteen- and fifteen-year-old brats in the crowd, some of whom hadn't even awakened their magic foundation.
'Good heavens, what is going on? What's the deal with this?'
Completely baffled, Feng Hao bent down and asked a little punk in front of him, "Hey, kiddo. Tell me, how did you guys find this place?"
"Who are you? Why should I tell you?" the little punk said with an arrogant, punchable look on his face.
"I'm the owner of this shop," Feng Hao said with a slight grin.
A few regular customers nearby said impatiently, "Boss, what's there to talk about with a bunch of brats? Hurry up and get me ten bottles of Life Spirit Pills and Snow Frost Ointment so I can go report back!"
"Yeah, hurry it up! My whole clan at home is driving me crazy!"
"You guys have it easy. My girlfriend kept me up all damn night over that Snow Frost Ointment," a young man with dark circles under his eyes said with a wry smile.
