After sorting his materials and packing them in a discreet cloth bag, Lin Hui took a day off early the next morning and headed to town, dragging the bag with him.
Xinyu Town wasn't large, with just a few intersecting streets forming its center. The streets seemed lively, bustling with people, but most were just farmers and peddlers from the surrounding area. Occasionally, a traveling merchant caravan would pass through, drawing a crowd of children who would chase after it.
'That was probably the most exciting thing that happened here.'
The recent decline and turmoil of the Qingfeng Temple was one of the biggest events Xinyu Town had seen in the past decade.
As for the various dangers and accidents before that, they were common occurrences that popped up from time to time, something the locals had long grown used to.
Lin Hui carried his materials and wandered the town's streets for a few laps but couldn't find a suitable place to sell them.
