"Accompany me for a walk," Qin Yu said.
"Okay." Jue Wu nodded and accompanied Qin Yu out of the inn.
This city was called Quiet Wind City. Contrary to its name, the city was bustling with noise and vibrant with activity.
There was a large trading market in the center of the city, which was the most prosperous place in the city. Every day, numerous merchants and adventurers were trading all kinds of rare treasures and resources there.
Qin Yu and Jue Wu came to this trading market. Shuttling among the many stalls, they were looking for things that might be useful.
Suddenly, Qin Yu's gaze lingered on a stall. He walked over and looked at a strange stone on the stall.
The stone was about the size of a fist and light yellow in color. There were some strange patterns on its surface.
"This is..." Qin Yu's eyes flashed with surprise.