Thinking of this, Lin Xiao, who was originally somewhat dissatisfied, became very happy.
Soon, the two sped up their journey and finally arrived at the gathering at the outer gate just as the sun was about to set.
Perhaps because night was about to fall, many of the junior brothers and sisters who had gone out to train returned, bringing back quite a few things.
The gathering outside the gate in the evening was packed with people.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xiao followed the silk thread into the depths of the gathering while it was still attached to the outer gate.
"Hey! Senior brother, wait for me!"
Xia Miao was looking around with an icy expression, as if trying to find something good.
However, as Lin Xiao quickly left, the coldness on her face disappeared, and she quickened her pace to catch up with Lin Xiao.
... ... ...
Deep within the outer gate gathering, in a secluded corner.
A disciple dressed in tattered outer sect robes was slumped on the ground.
On his stall, there was nothing but a tattered cloth and a few other worthless items.
Broken tiles, a broken kitchen knife, and a withered little grass that looks exactly like a shrunk sword.
"This is the Sword Heart Grass? Something's strange!"
Lin Xiao muttered to himself, looking at the withered grass entangled in silk threads. He finally understood why opportunities always seemed to fall into the hands of the protagonist.
It turns out that these opportunities were all unremarkable, the kind of junk that others wouldn't even look at or buy.
The protagonist, left with no other choice, used the money he had to buy this junk, and by chance, used this opportunity to become stronger.
Lin Xiao let out a long, helpless sigh.
Then he asked, "Boss, I'll take this herb. How much?"
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