Chapter 14: Cultivator
The shabby-looking man strolled past the counter and went straight to the shelves.
Each step was swift, devoid of the calculated nature Noa got used to seeing in this world.
The man was familiar. It took Noa more than a glance to recognize him. That's how much different the man looked.
"You are here to buy a spinner, right?" he asked.
Feng Fan, a stray cultivator who looked nothing like his former self, nodded eagerly.
"Yes..." he trailed his words. "I would take one bottle as well."
'Now that I look at him, his hair does look in better condition,' Noa realized.
But completely emptying an entire bottle in a single day was weird and unnecessary.
Feng Fan's clothes were dirty and torn, and a rotten smell followed his every step. But his black hair was unusually clean, as if he had just washed it.
"This soap helped me cultivate. I couldn't break through, but my progress is heaven-defining. I doubt even one-in-a-century genius can keep up with me. But it's all thanks to the elixir you sold me," Feng Fan explained, taking a bottle and a packed fidget spinner.
Though Noa couldn't tell, even his aura had changed. It felt like he was a completely new person.