Above Boat City, there were many scattered stalls, all set up by the cultivators. The businesses they conducted naturally involved odd and fantastic treasures related to cultivating. Although their quantity was small, they were all of great value.
At this moment, what caught Li Xuan's attention was a stall on one side of the ship's passage.
This stall was extraordinarily small, only six feet wide, but situated in an excellent location, a must-pass for the crowd. All the items displayed on the stall were premium goods.
One of these was a black cloth bag the size of a fist that firmly drew in Li Xuan's gaze. It appeared to be the stall owner's trump card, placed in the center of the stall.
Li Xuan hesitated for a moment, but was still drawn over, "How much for this Qiankun bag?"
"Twenty yuanqi stones, one top-grade magical implement, or five units of Diyuan elixir, or other equivalent items."
