Kaiyang City, trading market.
A middle-aged vendor squatted in a corner of the trading market. In front of him was a white cloth with some things like [Black Iron Ore] and [Spirit Grass] on it.
As they were all common resources, although there were people coming and going around, no one came to ask for the prices.
The middle-aged vendor did not care. He only hugged his shoulders and squatted on the ground, his empty eyes seemingly in a daze.
After an unknown period of time, a young man came to the stall and pointed at one of the spirit grasses. "Boss, how much is this [Water Spirit Grass]?"
The middle-aged vendor glanced at the person. "500 units of [Fine Copper Ore]."
"So expensive?! Why don't you rob someone?!"
The young man exclaimed and left while cursing.
After a while, two young people came again and pointed at the [Water Spirit Grass]. "Boss, how much is this?"