"Are you sure that's not a mole?" Jie Jia stood three meters away, covering his nose with one hand, his face full of disgust.
Chen Mu: "..." I washed my feet!
This old geezer is definitely jealous of me.
He took out several iron needles and jabbed them into the black spot on the sole of his foot.
Clang clang clang...
"See that!" Chen Mu lifted his head proudly, "Impervious to swords and spears! Soul strength!"
Jie Jia glanced at the embroidery needle in Chen Mu's hand.
"Impervious to swords and spears, huh?"
Chen Mu: "..."
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South Market's Fan Tower, the most top-notch tavern in Nanyang Prefecture City.
It covered three acres, with seven or eight five-story buildings of wood and stone erected, connected by bridges and galleries in the middle.
There were places for dining, lodging, listening to music, gambling, a complete package of entertainment.
Fan Tower, Four Directions Pavilion.