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Just need to draw three talismans each day.
Even if only half succeed, life would be incredibly comfortable.
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Following that, Chen Li bargained with the stall owner for a while, finally settling on a price of five low-grade Spirit Stones.
"Sigh, my bargaining skills have weakened so much," Chen Li put away the book, stood up, and lamented in his heart, "After having money, I no longer have the shameless determination I used to have!"
After browsing through the market, he decided to head back home. Just as he stepped out of the market, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Chen!?"
Turning towards the voice, Chen Li saw Yu Fan Zhen. His expression changed slightly, "Fellow Daoist, are you mistaken?"
Today, he had gone out with his actual appearance.
He wasn't disguised as the meat-selling buffoon.
