In front of the magic artifact shop.
Zhang Jing slowly approached, all the while sizing up the building.
Although it was called a pavilion, it was actually a store, slightly bigger than their medicine shop in Yong'an City.
Of course, one sold artifacts, the other sold medicinal herbs.
The two naturally could not be compared.
Just as he was about to enter,
Zhang Jing suddenly heard a dispute coming from inside the artifact shop.
Bang! Bang!
The table was banged so loudly it echoed.
"Uncle, there's a problem with this artifact you sold. There's a prohibition spiritual power pattern inside that's unconnected. Why won't you compensate me with spirit stones? Three spirit stones, be quick about it, consider it as me suffering a loss buying this broken artifact of yours at a high price."
The voice sounded somewhat immature, but it was full of resistance and accusation against the dishonest merchant!
