The Treasure Pavilion's branch of the Divine Race didn't differ much from those in other cities, with the hall displaying some low-cost items.
Behind the counter stood a man in his sixties, his face shrewd, clearly adept at business.
Seeing business coming, the old man immediately stepped out from behind the counter, beaming, and said, "Oh, isn't this the Divine Lady Tongtong? What wind brought you here? Please come in, please come in!"
"Young hero, what would you like to see? Just say the word, and if our humble shop has it, we can surely negotiate on the price!"
The manager of this Treasure Pavilion branch didn't recognize Ye Fan, but his business acumen was clear; he treated everyone with perfect courtesy, leaving no room for complaints.
"Elder Wu, I'm here to buy something for a friend. Do you have any treasure medicine for restoring the divine soul?"
