"Kid, don't you walk away, I suspect you've stolen my stuff!" Luo Lao Si had infiltrated the banquet hall for quite a while and had been covertly observing Chu Nan. Seizing the opportunity as Chu Nan was alone, he naturally would not let it slip away easily.
The martial artists nearby heard the shouting and crowded around, sizing up the two of them. Then, they silently began rooting for Luo Lao Si because he was dressed in ancient attire.
"Oh, what have you lost?" Chu Nan asked indifferently, although he had already guessed what Luo Lao Si's next words would be. Such cliches had long ago bored him; they were nothing special.
"A wooden box engraved with a diamond pattern, containing a very precious medicinal ingredient," Luo Lao Si said gravely.
"You mean this?" Chu Nan put down his food, took out the wooden box with the Bitter Aid Fruit, and shook it.
