The market was crowded as usual.
Merchants shouted prices while cultivators searched for materials.
The twins set up a small stall near the edge of the street.
On the table were:
One dagger.
Three small packets of recovery powder.
Matthew looked slightly nervous.
"Do you think this will work?"
Michael shrugged.
"We'll find out."
A young cultivator passed by.
He picked up the dagger.
His expression changed.
"This blade…"
"It's very balanced."
He swung it lightly.
The movement felt smooth.
"How much?"
Michael hesitated.
"Two spirit stones."
The cultivator nodded immediately.
"I'll take it."
Michael blinked.
"That fast?"
The man placed the stones on the table and walked away.
Matthew stared.
"That was easy."
Soon someone else approached.
An older cultivator picked up the recovery powder.
He smelled it carefully.
Then his eyes widened.
"This powder is unusually pure."
"Where did you get it?"
Matthew answered honestly.
"I made it."
The man looked surprised.
Then he bought all three packets.
Within an hour, their table was empty.
Matthew held the small pouch of spirit stones.
"We actually did it."
Michael smiled.
"We're officially craftsmen now."
But neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching from a nearby rooftop.
A clan elder observed them quietly.
His expression slowly turned serious.
"These two…"
"Something strange is happening with them."