About twenty minutes later, he arrived at the antique street, parked his car, and began to stroll aimlessly.
"Buddy, come take a look, just got these from the countryside."
A stall owner spotted Tang Luo and shouted loudly.
Tang Luo activated his Clairvoyant Eyes, his gaze sweeping over the stall. He curled his lips in disdain. Damn, they really dare to talk nonsense—all of it is junk, not a single genuine article.
He ignored the stall owner and continued to walk.
The number of stalls on both sides increased, and the hawking grew louder.
Tang Luo slowed his pace, looking around.
To his disappointment, there was too much junk and not a single real antique to be found.
After walking for a few minutes, he stopped in front of a stall that was not too small.
"Friend, this is an old inkstone I got from the countryside, care to take a look?"
The stall owner looked at Tang Luo and immediately began to pitch.
"You can keep it for yourself."
