In the bustling marketplace, the clamor of bargaining buyers and shouting sellers mingled, overwhelming the senses of most.
Of course, the human brain is structured to filter desired information from a cacophony of noises. This ability was especially pronounced in high-level professionists.
Take Arthur, for example.
At this moment, Arthur was munching on a street snack, his gaze fixed on Qin Shiyuan's graceful back, all while contemplating their candlelit dinner for the evening.
He juggled these three tasks effortlessly, his alertness undiminished.
Safety was paramount. No one understood the perils of this world better than Arthur; even Yanjing offered no absolute sanctuary.
"Boss, can you give me a discount on this..."
Ahead, Qin Shiyuan was haggling with a stall owner. Arthur smiled faintly, having witnessed this scene countless times already today.
