The shop acquired by the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps through a transaction with the City Lord of Snowbird Port had opened for two days now.
The shop was bustling, and at the counter, it was even more crowded as people jostled each other.
"Give me two doses of Dragon Strength Mount Potions."
"I'll take ten—here's the money! Hurry up and give me the potions."
Those purchasing the potions were generally excited because everyone could see that the shelves behind the counter were already empty.
At a glance, there were less than 30 doses of Dragon Strength Mount Potions left.
One step behind, and they'd miss out.
It was only the morning—in fact, it hadn't even reached mid-morning yet.
The stock prepared by the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps was almost sold out.
After being validated by the market, the sale of Dragon Strength Mount Potions had become extremely popular.
At that moment, at the back door of the shop, two figures were sneaking about.
"Xiao Fan, I'm here."
