"Everything on this stall is yours!"
The moment those words fell, a stunned silence swept across the square. Several people stared so hard their jaws nearly dropped. Every item on the stall… all of it… just handed over like that?
Zora's lips curved into a relaxed, amused smile. The stall owner's decision did not surprise her in the slightest.
To someone who had lost the ability to cultivate, the Elixir of Tranquility was worth more than any weapon, armor, or demon crystal piled on that stall. Compared to the chance of reclaiming his path of cultivation, everything else was nothing more than scrap.
Clarissa, however, felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Elixir of Tranquility?
A potion that had been tightly regulated by the Immortal Guild, suddenly appearing in Zora's hands?
If this were a lie, it was too absurd. If it were true, it was even more terrifying.
She simply could not accept it.
