Troublemaker at the Seed Shop

As he approached the entrance, the old man walked slowly yet purposefully. The people passing by instinctively stepped aside. They didn't speak or cause any commotion, but the fear was evident in the way they moved their bodies, like leaves blown away by a strong wind.

Even though the old man did not display any direct threat, the heavy aura surrounding him was enough to make ordinary people avoid him. Some didn't even dare to glance at him, quickening their pace and averting their eyes.

It didn't take long for him to reach the store's entrance. Standing before a plaque that read "Seed Store," the old man read the name aloud in a soft tone.

"Seed store, huh?" he muttered lightly, almost as if speaking to himself. He knew of the store's reputation. Even the city's ruler dared not interfere with its existence, allowing the seed store to dominate the lower-tier market without intervention.