"It's not what I'm talking about,"
Wang Daoxuan interrupted him, frowning, "Someone said this artifact brings misfortune. Isn't the shopkeeper worried?"
Manager Liu laughed, "Daoist, you must be unaware. This is a money for blessings, how could it be unlucky? Someone has already inquired, and it's all rumors spread by demons in Chengdu Prefecture."
"These demons slaughtered the entire Prince Mansion's household during the New Year's season and are now spreading rumors. It's clear they harbor ill intentions. Daoist, you mustn't believe them."
"I see..."
Wang Daoxuan didn't argue, stroked his beard, and nodded, "I am fated with Manager Liu, how could I take money?"
"This... I'm embarrassed."
"It's no matter."
Leaving the clothing store, looking at the streets littered with red firecracker remnants and the distant festive scenes of dragon and lion dances, Wang Daoxuan sighed lightly.
After the battle on the first day of the year, they parted ways with the Lord of Non-Phase.
