In the entire bazaar, Shen Yanxiao's booth was the most lively. Wave after wave of guests came and went. Batch after batch of potions were sold. Shen Yanxiao's hands were cramped from collecting money.
"No more." After selling more than a thousand bottles of low-level potions in a row, Shen Yanxiao finally announced the end of today's sale.
There was still a portion of low-level potions in her interspatial ring, but it was getting late. She planned to stroll around the bazaar to see if there was anything she needed.
She had to continue her journey at night.
"No way!"
"I've been queuing for more than an hour!"
"Wuhuhu, you can't do this."
The dwarves who had been waiting in the queue were struck with tragedy. Just before this, they were eagerly carrying their wallets, preparing to buy potions, but what they got in return was this news. It was like a bolt from the blue!
