Chapter 4: Sales
Chen Hao was a 17-year-old disciple from the Blooming Iron Sect, and as a Low Establishment stage cultivator, he belonged to the outer sect.
His rough robes bore the same flower emblem that the girl named Xue Hanli wore, as she was a year older than him.
Of all the things Chen Hao owned, only his badge looked like it had gotten any care.
Having a stern face and a clenched jaw made him look like he was prepared to recite sect laws at any given moment.
And his head was shiny bald, not a strand in sight.
He was glancing between Noa and the shampoo display. "This... cleans hair?" he asked.
Noa smiled upon seeing his interest. He saw the familiar emblem, guessing that the sect operated somewhere close to the city.
"Not only does it clean hair, but also makes it softer than silk," he said.
"Softer than silk? How is that even possible?" Chen Hao exclaimed suspiciously.
Xue Hanli wasn't just a senior to him. She was someone he respected and, quite frankly, had a crush on.
He happened to hear her mention an expensive elixir she'd seen but didn't dare to buy.
