Jiang Ziya shook his head and sighed, "I really am not cut out for business! How can one say such words, when this woman is clearly nearly a hundred years old."
Jiang Ziya, holding a wine jug and a rock, extricated himself from the crowd. With the rock in hand, he felt the strands of Spiritual Energy emanating from it, growing even more certain that a Spiritual Treasure must reside within it. Sadly, no one could see its true form, causing it to fall into the hands of the foolish and mundane.
After noon, Bai Jin, transformed into an old man, sat in a small alley counting money. He let out a content chuckle of satisfaction, then shouldered his burden and contentedly walked towards the outskirts of the city.
Jiang Ziya couldn't help but lament, "The people are foolish, only greedy for minor gains, not recognizing the true treasure!" He then continued to sell his noodles.
