Gu Yuze used every strength to maintain a calm expression, even as his heart pounded.
Patience. Imagine you are hunting down a yao.
"Is that so?" He asked indifferently as he looked left and right at the stall.
He looked at one tattered fan and asked the old woman, "How much?"
"Ah this fan, it is called Chen Feng Xin. Just one wave and ghosts would dissipate. It does not work on malicious spirits."
"How much?"
The stall owner felt undecided. The young man did not look like all those spoiled sect disciples that she could cheat, there was a gloominess in the middle of his brows that made her feel uncomfortable.
If she set the price too high, then he was afraid that this man would walk away but if he set the price too low, then she would feel uneasy in her heart.
After hesitating, the stall owner opened her mouth, "50,000"
Gu Yuze did not even wait for her to finish, "That is too expensive."
He walked away from the fan quickly, "What of this one?"
