The market was situated between the high-class and ordinary residential areas where the majority of the stall owners were people from the ordinary residences.
The current scale of the market was still small and did not have a lot of people.
Qin Yi's group attracted the attention of many others. Their clean clothes and bearing they gave off hinted that they were living well.
As a matter of fact, their presence caused the stall owners to be energized and started to shout out loud.
"Ay, young brother over there, come take a look. I have a pen and paper that you can bring home to write and draw."
"I have some gold here."
"I have..."
Qin Yi's group had inexperienced faces. The stall owners believed that they were easily cheated and a few started to approach them.
Qin Yi glared at all of them coldly. The aura from her eyes started to scare them and caused them to laugh in ridicule and no longer dared to approach.