1811: What kind of trouble?

What kind of trouble?

"Yes, the top-grade Foundation Building pill." The woman said, intentionally pointing out the two words "top-grade".2

Feng Jiu smiled when she heard this. Ordinary Foundation Building pills should be common staples in the upper mainland's influential clans. However, the top-grade Building Foundation pills had very few impurities, so they were very rare and precious. Ordinary alchemists could only refine one top-grade Foundation Building pill every one hundred Foundation Building pills. Therefore, although this mirror was a magic weapon, it was not worth bartering with a top-grade Foundation Building pill.

"Eh? It needs a top-grade Foundation Building pill?!" She said with some regrets. After touching the mirror, she had to hand it back. "I have no top grade, I have only one inferior one." 

The woman smiled. She took back the mirror without saying anything. It seemed that she wasn't surprised at all. 

Feng Jiu turned around. When she was about to leave, a middle-aged man came over.

"Little Brother, please wait."

She looked at the man who blocked her way. Most of his body conspicuously obstructed her path. This kind of behaviour displeased her, but she didn't show even half of the dislike on her face.

"What's the matter?"

"Haha, Little Brother, I'm the steward here. Can I have a word, please?" The middle-aged man made a gesture of invitation and wanted to take Feng Jiu to the back.

At this time, the old man who came in with Feng Jiu was about to leave. He caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye and his complexion changed slightly. He immediately came forward and shouted at Feng Jiu. "Didn't I tell you to follow me? How come you're running around in here! You have no manners!"

He told the middle-aged man, "Steward Wang, this is my grandnephew. If there is any conflict, please don't take it personally."

When the middle-aged man saw it, his eyes flashed slightly. He took a furtive glance at the second floor and then spoke to Elder Tan with a smile. "It turns out that this little brother is Elder Tan's grandnephew."

"if Steward Wang has no other matter, we'll take our leave." With that, he saluted and then signalled Feng Jiu to leave with him.

Feng Jiu didn't say anything. She followed behind the old man quietly. When she got outside, she could sense the old man in grey's body was tense as if he was a little nervous.

She followed quietly and did not leave halfway, because someone was tailing them from behind.

After walking through several streets, entering an alley, turning into a small courtyard, and closing the door, the old man in grey entered the room and exhaled softly. Only then did he look at Feng Jiu with a frown.

"Young man, you're not a local, right?"

"I just came down from the mountains." Feng Jiu revealed an unsophisticated and honest smile.

The old man sized Feng Jiu up and saw that the young man was handsome and good-natured. Besides, his strength was only in the Foundation Building stage and his clothes simple. It was obvious that he didn't come from influential families. No wonder he was targeted by Steward Wang.

"The Treasure Gathering Pavilion is not a good place. Don't go there again." Then he said, "If you are just passing through here, you should leave the city as soon as possible so as not to get into trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

She was curious. Although nothing happened, just now the old man seemed very worried that she would be taken away by Steward Wang. This made her curious. How could she be targeted? Besides, what's the purpose of staring at her?

"it's no good knowing too much." The old man said. After a brief look at Feng Jiu, he got up and opened the door to leave.

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