Looking at the people gathered in front and listening to the discussions of the people around, Lu Zijia couldn't help following everyone's gaze curiously.
A handsome young man stood at the door of a trading company and begged the middle-aged man who looked like the shopkeeper.
However, the shopkeeper was unmoved and even looked very impatient.
"Young Master Lu, it's not that I don't want to make an exception, but I can't. I'm just a small shopkeeper. Don't make things difficult for me."
After saying that, the shopkeeper wanted to break free from Lu Yizhe's hand that was grabbing his arm.
However, Lu Yizhe wasn't willing to give up. "Shopkeeper, I'm begging you. I really need a healing pill. How many Spirit Stones do I need? I promise I'll pay you in three days."
His brother's condition was very critical. If he didn't take the healing pills above the Mystic level as soon as possible, he probably wouldn't be able to survive today.
