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Thinking about it, she used her ghost eyes to look around and noticed that everything on the street stall was shrouded in gray, indicating an absence of Spiritual Energy. Disappointed, she walked forward until she suddenly stopped in front of a small stall where a hairpin caught her attention. The hairpin emitted a faint white aura which she recognized as Spiritual Energy. Although it was weak, it was undoubtedly present, and a smile crossed her face—not because of the hairpin, but because her ghost eyes were proving to be quite useful.
She stopped using her ghost eyes and walked directly towards the stall, where an old man around sixty years old in a short shirt stood with his hands behind his back, deeply pondering the items before him. Behind him, a sleazy man continually eyed the old man's trouser pocket,