"I do not know if this elixir would interest dear Elder?" Just as Mo Xuan Fei was wallowing in frustration, a small voice came from the crowd as a small figure squeezed out.
A fair young boy around the age of fourteen finally emerged out from the crowd, holding onto a small white porcelain bottle in one hand. He strutted to the stall and handed it over to the old man.
"Hey kid, do you think this is a party? Just squeezing in and following other peoples footsteps by simply handing in any elixir you have with you? For goodness sake, the old man just rejected the Qing Yun Pill ah! THE Qing Yun Pill! Do you even know what that entails? Careful he doesn't throw it right back in your face!" A rowdy bystander heartily added oil to the fire.
Jun Wu Xie simply ignored the others as she looked at the old man.
The old man looked at the fair boy standing in front and got up as he reached for the bottle. "Little boy, what do you want to change it for?"
