This book stall was quite unique.
All that was displayed on the ground were books, piled up in stacks upon stacks, with at least several hundred volumes.
Among the many stalls selling all sorts of miscellaneous items, it was like a fresh stream.
The stall owner was a young and frail-looking Loose Cultivator.
Seeing Wang Chen lingering in front of his stall, he immediately squeezed out a big smile, "Fellow Daoist, do you read? I have all kinds of books here!"
All kinds of books?
Wang Chen squatted down and asked, "Can I take a look?"
The young Loose Cultivator raised three fingers, "You can only look at the first three pages."
Wang Chen nodded, acknowledging the stall owner's rule.
A Cultivator's memory is much stronger than that of mortals, with a capacity for instant recall that's quite common; if one were allowed to browse freely, then these books would never be able to sell.
In fact, business was dismal for him, with no one paying any attention at all.
