Lynch walked over and gently patted Graham's trembling shoulder caused by excitement.
"Hey, buddy," he said with a tone of helplessness mixed with amusement, "so many years have passed, yet your temper for arguing over a few Magic Stones hasn't changed at all!"
Graham was fully engrossed in the "price war" with the shop owner and was startled by the sudden pat and familiar voice. He turned around abruptly. When he saw Lynch standing behind him, his angry expression instantly gave way to surprise and a slight, indiscernible embarrassment.
"Lin... Lynch?" Graham opened his mouth, seemingly not expecting to meet him here, especially in such a "disgraceful" situation.
Lynch didn't say much more, just smiled, casually took out a heavy-looking Magic Stone Bag from his waist, and without a glance, tossed it onto the counter with a "plop." He said to the fat shop owner, "We'll take this Dragon Blood Moss. Wrap it up for him."
