When the young stall owner saw the woman, he immediately became anxious. Before the woman spoke, he quickly said, "It's you again, crazy woman. What nonsense are you talking about? When did I lie?"
Then, he turned around with a smile and said to Lu Zijia, "Sirs, take care. Please come again next time."
Lu Zijia smiled meaningfully and looked at the young stall owner as if she had already seen through him.
The young stall owner didn't know if he was guilty or something, but his face turned a bit red and he didn't dare to look Lu Zijia in the eye.
"Okay, I'll definitely visit again next time." Lu Zijia replied casually.
Of course, the premise of buying from him next time was that there was still Mystic Gold Iron.
That's right, the Mystic Gold Iron, which had yet to be refined, looked no different from an ordinary stone on the outside. However, if one observed carefully, they would find that it was clearly different from a stone.
