There lay the most luxurious cloak in the entire shop, wholly deep in ink color, with ancient bright patterns faintly visible on the side, appearing both regal and magnificent, a masterpiece that only a true artisan could craft.
Wang Anfeng, with the voice of the Blade Madman, said faintly:
"This one."
The shopkeeper paused, then his face burst into an uncontrollable smile, saying:
"Thanks for your patronage, the Thunder Patterned Great Cloak, thirty taels of Patterned Silver."
Upon hearing the price, Wang Anfeng's hand trembled slightly, yet his expression remained cold as he reached into his bosom, his wrist's Buddha Beads glowing faintly. He retrieved a piece of silver and placed it on the table, saying indifferently:
"Good."
Moments later, Wang Anfeng, whose purse had been drained, held the cloak and strode out, his expression cold as he walked forward, silently calculating in his mind.
One meat bun costs two Tongbao.
