The shopkeeper's brows furrowed together as he stared at the expressionless and decrepit looking youth, his eyes filled with disdain.
He had seen many of these impoverished scoundrels before. There had been several other refugees who had wanted to buy land in the Clear Breeze City to live in some time ago and they did not have much money on them. They had then just knelt on their knees at his place to plead and beg without shame, refusing to budge, disturbing him from conducting his business in the shop and had even broken some things.
A businessman only had eyes for profit and the shopkeeper did not have the leisure to want to save those refugees.
"What are you doing?" The shopkeeper asked, his voice tinged with impatience.
Jun Wu Xie replied: "Buying land."
