Unfortunately, they were all ordinary items, with no cultivation techniques that caught his eye.
"It seems that to buy a suitable cultivation technique, I'll have to go to a bigger city," Lin Zheyu said to himself.
"Are you going to buy or not? If not, don't get in the way here."
The stall owner, seeing that Lin Zheyu was only looking but not buying, spoke with some impatience.
Lin Zheyu put down the introduction of the secret manual in his hand, stood up, and walked toward the next location.
He moved forward for more than ten meters, turning left into another road.
Behind him, a man wearing a black mask quickened his pace and ran toward the direction Lin Zheyu was heading.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a figure appeared before his eyes, and the man, caught off guard, bumped into it.
He felt as if he had hit a wall. With a thud, blood streamed down from his nose.
"Why are you following me?"
Lin Zheyu looked down coldly at the man, asking in a deep voice.
