The stall owner seemed to be around thirty years old. He had a grim face and did not like to speak much. Even if others asked him about the price, he did not seem to want to acknowledge their presence, as for his strength…
Happy sized up the man who was built like an iron tower that stood steadily on the ground. After he thought about it for a long time, the only conclusion he came to was that he had no idea just how strong he was. Without attacking, it was difficult to determine a person's strength. However, his instincts told him that this person was definitely someone remarkable, even though the stuff sold in the stall were metal weapons and jade items that did not seem to be of much practical use.
Happy cast a few more glances at the built man's items.
They were indeed very normal.
