Xue Fanxin acted as if nothing had happened. After putting away her sword, she continued her shopping. "Boss, are my jars ready?"
The shop owner was shocked, especially when he saw that young man burn the black-clothed woman's corpse into ashes. His back broke out in a cold sweat, afraid that the young man would burn his shop.
Fortunately, it was only the corpse that was burned. His shop was fine.
"Your Highness, the jars are all here. Please check." The boss wanted to negotiate with Xue Fanxin, but he knew how much she loved money. Although unwilling, he did not dare to open his mouth.
Xue Fanxin did not think too much about it. After looking at the porcelain jars, she nodded in satisfaction and said, "Yes, these jars are all good. I want them all. Fuyun, pay the bill."
