Wu Fan pointed to a spot on their right, where there was a small stall occupying about four or five square meters.
The stall owner was a girl, dressed simply, with a very delicate appearance, and not very tall.
She looked gentle and meek, and her face didn't seem to belong to a deceitful person.
Wang Qiang had no objections for comparison, as today's decision-making was handed over to Wu Fan, so she followed Wu Fan to the front of the stall.
Then Wu Fan spoke up, asking the girl:
"Miss, how do you sell these items at your stall?"
The girl looked up at them, her gaze pausing for a moment on Wang Qiang's gold-rimmed glasses, then she pointed at the stall and said:
"The portion on the left sells for three Spirit Stones each, the pile on the right sells for four Spirit Stones each, and the middle portion is all elixirs, which can be exchanged for other items or bought at ninety percent of market price.
