"Ah, this one is pretty good. Old Zhan, go buy two kilograms."
"This one's fine too. Purchase ten kilograms and make sure the butcher slices it very thinly into mincemeat, not a sliver of fat on top."
"Yeah, I'm talking to you. Why are you just standing there? Your eyes are physically large, aren't they? If you don't go now, I'll slice you up finely into mincemeat."
"Money, why do you need money? Are you someone who lacks money like this? Don't think I don't know. You rascal, you are greedy, if I kill you, it could enrich the Heavenly Sword Sect for a hundred years."
"Who allowed you to put it in your rings? Don't put it there. You can either hold it, carry it, or purchase a trolley."
At the market, everything looks fresh and new to Lu Bei. He discovers many local products unique to Xuanlong, mostly processed or semi-processed products made from Monster Tribe materials."
