Chapter 13: Prophecy and New Floor
Getting new customers wasn't easy. The familiar young boy proved this point as he stood in front of the locked door.
It was Chan Hao, the bald disciple from the Blooming Iron Sect, his gleaming head catching the morning light.
"Come on in," Noa said, leading him inside.
"You got your own place?!" Surprised by his quickness, Chan Hao exclaimed in astonishment. "I can feel rich qi here, and everything looks so lavish and expensive."
Noa nodded.
'His senses are better than the other customers,' he realized. Everyone could tell that his store was filled with strong spiritual pressure, but there was something about Chan Hao that distinguished him from others.
Then, Noa showed the way to the shelves and presented his products.
The same shampoo and a fidget spinner occupied the room.
As the boy was studying them, Noa had a plan. He knew Chan Hao could no longer afford the items he had for sale.
"Three True Spirit Coins?"
Sure enough, after seeing the price, Chan Hao's mouth hung open. He sighed, pulled his worn coin pouch from his belt, and counted the few coins inside.