Seeing how there was still a deep frown on his face, the woman turned her head slightly, indicating for him to look out of the window.
And then, the scene that he saw startled him.
The group of hunters hot on his heels had arrived outside, but they were simply circling the shop like headless chickens, unable to take a single step closer to the door of this shop. It seemed like they were completely oblivious to the shop's presence.
It was a bit like being caught in the legendary labyrinth.
Could it be that the woman right before him was a descendant of some master who had lived in seclusion?
Yes, she had to be. Legend had it that these masters wielded the powers to conquer nature and reverse the course of events. They usually lived n seclusion, hidden from the outside world. But when their countries and nations were in danger, and the people were in distress, they would appear and turn the tide, thus remedying the bad and misfortunate situation.
Those people couldn't enter this shop. It was definitely because this master had laid a labyrinth outside!
This thought made him increasingly excited.
The woman opened her mouth to speak again in her languid tone, "Oh, fated one. As you can see, my shop sells everything." Then, after a slight pause, she looked up at him with what seemed like a smile and said, "Including… wishes."
He froze in surprise.
This... what did she mean by this?
Including… wishes?
Did this mean literal wishes? Selling wishes? That is, to fulfill his wishes?
Was it possible? What the woman said seemed like a joke, yet somehow he sensed that she wasn't joking around.
"Dear guest, please have some tea." Kong Hou first served the woman, placing a cup of tea before her, then she put a cup of tea in front of him as well. He looked at the two teacups and suddenly experienced a series of complex emotions. Upon smelling the fragrance of the tea, his emotions became even more mixed. The cup of tea in front of the boss was served in a porcelain cup of a bright luster with ancient and simple patterns, and tea was extremely aromatic. His cup of tea, on the other hand, was served in a porcelain cup of a plain, solid color, and the tea it contained merely carried a faint hint of an aroma. The stark contrast between them was immediately apparent!
Though it wasn't really a good time for this, he simply couldn't help but feel perplexed. He had never seen such a way of serving tea before. Why was there such a stark difference in how they were treated?
"Prince of Virtue, have you made up your mind?" The woman sitting in front of him lifted her teacup and took a sip. Then, she said with a smile, "You can buy anything you want, including what you wish for."
The Prince of Virtue was also a shrewd man with a keen eye. The moment the woman in front of him addressed him by his true identity, he could once again ascertain that she was no ordinary person. He quietly eyed the woman in front of him, but he had already made up his mind.
"Then what kind of price do I have to pay?" The Prince of Virtue was no fool. Somehow or rather, he felt that the other party wasn't joking, so he naturally took the matter very seriously as well. He believed in paying a price that was fair for what he was getting. The kind of wish he wanted to ask for, was it really possible to realize? Even if his wish really did come true, what kind of price would he have to pay?"
"Naturally, it's a price that you can afford to pay," the woman said in a lighthearted tone.
"I have nothing now and can't afford to pay for anything." The Prince of Virtue felt bitter as he told her about his difficult situation.
"You can put it on credit." The beautiful woman tilted her head slightly and revealed a harmless smile. This smile was like a sea of blossoming flowers after all the ice and snow had melted away.
Once again, the Prince of Virtue froze in astonishment. He didn't know if this was because of the woman's stunning smile or because of the woman's groundbreaking, heaven-shattering remark that he could put it on credit. Then he recalled the pair of couplets at the door. Was it really true that he could put it on credit?
"Prince of Virtue, doesn't the tea taste good?" The woman's voice brought the Prince of Virtue's roaming thoughts back to reality.
He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't know quite how to put it.
"If the tea doesn't taste good, that can't be helped," she said. "I only have a total of one hundred grams of this tea. If I offer some of it to you, there won't be enough for me." The woman smiled, lifted her teacup, and took another sip. Her eyes were half-closed with great satisfaction.