"Don't forget, fighting is forbidden in the market, do you really want to break that rule?" The middle-aged scholar's face had regained its calm; evidently, his usual self-discipline was quite effective. In contrast, the young scholar was significantly lacking.
"But?" the young scholar said reluctantly.
"No more words are necessary. Since the insect egg was claimed by the other party first, whether they wish to sell it is naturally up to them. Let's go," the middle-aged scholar said as he shook his head, a glint of shadow flashing in his eyes before he stepped out of the store.
The young man muttered quietly to himself, then quickly followed out, and as soon as they left the main door, he hurriedly asked,
"Uncle Master, what is so unusual about that Cyan Shawl Cicada egg that you were willing to pay such a high price to acquire it?"