In Little Lake City on such a bustling day, the Xuanhua Spirit Incense Shop naturally opened its doors early, and hung a sign outside for rewarding customers. Not only were the prices significantly discounted, but even the normally limited quantities of Spirit Incense had doubled. Still, by the time noon had not yet arrived, those limited-purchase incense sticks had all sold out.
However, the stream of customers attracted by reputation did not cease, keeping Hu Tu and Mu Yang busy for quite a while until around the start of noon, when visitor numbers finally began to dwindle, allowing them some time to tally the accounts and rest.
After seeing a customer out, Hu Tu turned to see there weren't many customers left in the shop, thus not requiring his attention. He decided to lean against the doorpost to take a brief respite.
As he looked at the lively scene on the street, along with the incoming and outgoing patrons, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a tinge of envy.
