When Li Huowang heard the voice of the young Yang, he snapped back to reality and realized they had already reached the edge of the small town.
In front of him were several stone bungalows, with a vast horse corral extending out front.
Camels, sheep, and horses were segregated into different enclosures, and the pungent odor of the livestock hit him full in the face.
It seemed people inside had already noticed Li Huowang, as they uniformly turned their gazes toward him.
From their attire, it was not hard to tell that this family specialized in this line of business.
This also indirectly showed that the girl Taoist Boy was probably different from little Man, not sold; her family was well-off.
Receiving the urn containing the ashes from young Yang's hands, Li Huowang took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and stepped toward them.
Seeing Li Huowang approach, a burly man pushed aside a horse and came forward to greet him. "Buying livestock?"
