"You understand?"
Wan Qiji shook his head.
The two people walked slowly behind, and only after the three of them had finished choosing did they casually pick one.
Baili Xijiang took the most ornate umbrella with gold and ink painted on it, while Wanqiji took the plain one that looked as if it had no painting on it at all.
The two people are each more extreme than the other.
Qin Xi chuckled to herself, "Stadium owner, how much is it?"
The stall owner, dressed in linen clothes and around twenty years old, looked at them and said with a smile, "This immortal's umbrella is simple, so I'll only charge five spirit stones for the frame. That immortal's golden ink umbrella is thirty spirit stones, and the other three immortals' umbrellas are all ten spirit stones."
"A total of sixty-five low-grade spirit stones."
Qin Xi readily paid the money.
Baili Xijiang looked at the umbrella he was holding open and said, "Your umbrella is too cheap. It doesn't look any worse than those top-grade spirit stone umbrellas."
The young stall owner blushed at his straightforward praise. "Thank you for the compliment, Immortal. But I am poor and have never seen what an umbrella worth as high as a top-grade spirit stone looks like."
Qin Xi was fiddling with her newly bought umbrella when she heard this. She looked at the umbrellas on his stall and then at the umbrellas of others not far away.
"Logically speaking, your umbrellas are more attractive than others, so they should sell very well."
Moreover, judging from his clothes, which were made of the cheapest linen fabric, if he weren't so thin and well-groomed, some discerning customers probably wouldn't have bought an umbrella from him.
The stall owner looked distressed. As a seller, he didn't want to complain, but the five customers in front of his stall all had kind faces, which made people unable to help but let their guard down.
“I have a younger sister who suffers from a chronic illness… The umbrellas I sell each month can barely cover her medical expenses.”
"However, I recently heard that there has been a big commotion in the cultivation world. The immortal from the Fengchun Pill Sect who sold me the pills cheaply has left. I will have to sell more umbrellas to afford the pills for this month."
After saying that, he realized he had said too much and thought to himself that he was in a bad mood. He then took out another umbrella from the stall and handed it to Baili Xijiang, who seemed the most easy to talk to.
"I apologize to you immortals. I spoke too much for a moment. Please accept this umbrella as an apology for my outburst. I hope you will not find it offensive."
Some immortals have very good tempers, while others can suddenly fly into a rage. These ordinary people without cultivation always live in constant fear.
Baili Xijiang didn't take it, saying, "You're so hungry you're about to faint. Keep this umbrella and sell it for money."
He was a pill cultivator, a pill saint; his problem was immediately apparent as soon as he approached the stall.
This extreme thinness is all due to starvation.
The young stall owner, his face flushed, blushed and meekly agreed.
Seeing his reaction, Baili Xijiang, feeling a little embarrassed, tossed out a bag of pastries and said, "We didn't have time to eat them. They're not spoiled, you can have them."
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan watched silently from the side as the rain grew heavier.
"Thank you, immortal! Thank you, immortal!"
The young stall owner carefully picked up the bag of pastries, bowed repeatedly, and thanked him profusely.
Several immortals were gathered around the stall, while the stall owners nearby glanced at them sideways.
That kid is playing the victim with the immortals again.
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