"Is this a junk sale?"
And did he just happen to run into his own kind, the junk collector?
With this thought, Lin Su picked up the topmost sheepskin scroll with a curious expression.
After only a glance, he wore the expression of "subway, elderly, smartphone."
A first-grade martial arts technique...
One that even he, the junk collector, didn't want.
"Um, one grade is actually not enough." The chubby stall owner noticed Lin Su's expression and couldn't keep face, clearing his throat, "There are more of the second and third grades in here, why don't you pick some?"
"You tell me the price first." Lin Su took a deep breath.
"Oh right right right, the price!" The chubby stall owner snapped to realization, clapping his hands, "First grade just costs one Mixed Element Stone, second grade ten Mixed Element Stones, third grade twenty, fourth grade a hundred, fifth grade two hundred, and sixth grade five hundred."
