"Talismans? Could it be that you are truly from the mystic sect?"
At this moment, the storyteller truly experienced what mystic arts were. He swallowed his saliva and folded his fists, saying, "I am a small man who has eyes but couldn't see Mount Tai. Since you are from the mystic sect, Miss, you should leave here, and we can act as if nothing happened, how about that?"
"You take back these talismans and return the silver!" Yu Nianzhao commanded.
"Yeah, hurry up and refund the money! How dare you sell these counterfeit talismans?"
"Oh dear! Selling fake talismans... People like you will not live long; your actions are truly outrageous."
"Refund the money! Quickly refund the money!"
The guests who had just bought the talismans rushed up, almost sticking the wasted paper on his face.
