"Of course!"
The storekeeper, seeing that the fish was hooked, ramped up the pitch with more vigor.
From the material of the night pot to its historical origin, and then to the difficulties in obtaining this item.
Things like relics from the previous dynasty, with some Break Evil effects, and ancient liquid that might restore its former glory to become a supreme artifact.
Not to mention, having ventured into dangerous territories, going in and out multiple times, battling demons for days, and eventually finding this item in the heart of the region and bringing it out.
"Such a fateful item is only meant for someone whose destiny aligns with it! Miss, you look like the destined person for this item! One hundred gold taels, and it's yours!"
These familiar phrases were basically the standardized script for finding a sucker.
Even for a seasoned person like Ding Hui, Fang Yu could sense the inconsistencies.
