After seeing Wang Qian off, Jia Ren gazed at the unsold Bait Tempting Technique on his stall. When will I ever sell this? Will I have to take the loss?
"Xiao Wan, come back here!"
A crisp voice, like that of a skylark, rang out. Jia Ren noticed a turtle the size of a basin had appeared before his stall. It nestled by his feet, its small forelimbs placed on either side of its head, rapidly vibrating.
"What is it doing?"
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with a touch of baby fat on her face, wearing a Goose Yellow Taoist Robe, stood before the stall, looking exceedingly embarrassed. She opened her mouth but didn't know how to explain.
