Golden Talisman Pavilion,
That late afternoon, Mei San sneaked into the shop with furtive steps.
Upon entering, he sidled up to Xiao Huan and whispered, "I'm looking for your shopkeeper."
Xiao Huan was the elder of the two beauties.
She was already quite accustomed to this kind of sneaky behavior from visitors.
"May I ask if you're here for a transaction?"
"Yeah, one of my ancestors was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Before he passed away, he left behind several refining notes. We, the descendants, have no talent, so we can only trade them for some spirit stones to spend," Mei San seemed to say with shame.
"Please take your number plaque, turn left after you enter, and there's a guest lounge. You can wait there for a while, and when it's your turn, you can go in."
Xiao Huan skillfully took a wooden plaque from below the counter and slid it across to Mei San.
"Huh? Are there a lot of people coming here?" Mei San looked surprised and couldn't help but ask.
