In the eyes of the shopkeepers, this behavior was either utterly foolish or the eccentric whim of a powerful Nascent Soul expert.
Fool or eccentric, it did not matter.
Only an idiot would refuse such profit.
People across the entire street sprang into action.
Some mobilized their inventory, others gathered goods from storage.
The more clever ones even activated their wider business networks across the island, pulling in sea beasts and low grade spirit stones from shops that had not yet received the news.
For an entire afternoon, those who rushed over after hearing the news saw an absurd scene.
A wealthy and seemingly foolish old cultivator at the peak of late Nascent Soul sat at the entrance of the street beside a small sea beast stall, continuously taking out top grade spirit stones while collecting massive piles of sea beasts and heaps of low grade spirit stones.
