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The Peddler took down the feather duster and handed it to Li Banfeng. "If you want this, I can sell it to you for eight yuan."
Li Banfeng blinked in surprise. "Eight yuan? That cheap?"
The Peddler nodded. "IT. IS. THAT. CHEAP. Sometimes I earn a little, sometimes I lose a little. In the end, no one owes anyone anything. I believe in fair trade. And you should already know the kind of quality something that costs eight yuan usually has."
What does he mean by this? Li Banfeng thought.
The Peddler had made it clear that this was nothing more than an ordinary feather duster. Something that cost only eight yuan could not possibly possess any sentience. So why had Li Banfeng heard it speaking?
The Peddler picked up his pellet drum and said, "Some enchanted artifacts are indeed impressive, but every enchanted artifact comes with a price."
Clink-clank, clink-clank.
The Peddler then went off to greet other customers.
Holding an armful of odds and ends, Li Banfeng sat in a daze. After making sure Little Chuan and Little Gen were safe, the group headed back to Blue Poplar Village together.
Sitting in his bedroom, Li Banfeng took out the Threaded Earring and set it on the table.
He activated Perceiving the Spirit’s Melody and leaned in, listening closely to whatever sound the Threaded Earring might reveal.
The Threaded Earring was crying, and it sounded as if she had been crying for days. The reason was simple: she missed the feast of Lu Dongliang.
An enchanted artifact forged by a level-one cultivator shouldn’t have had much intelligence. Yet even after all these days, she was still crying because she had missed out on tasting Lu Dongliang.
Was it really the feather duster speaking? Or did I hear something...
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