After handing over the [Beginner's Weak Potion Formula] to Han Qiwu, the little peddler turned around and rode off on his pig.
Without stopping, without hesitation.
In the darkness, he and the pig left Han Qiwu with nothing but the silhouette of a knight's back.
A pig knight, to be precise.
"Come visit whenever you have time!" Han Qiwu shouted toward the direction they disappeared, humming happily as he packed up his things and headed back.
First, a bit of rest. Once home, he could slowly process all the great loot.
What a good day!
After walking back to Mr. Tang's side, Han Qiwu plopped down on the grass. All the plotting and negotiating with the little peddler had utterly drained him. He needed a proper rest.
But as soon as he sat down, Tang Qingying pulled him back to his feet.
"The campfire dance is about to start. Do you know how to dance?" Tang Qingying pointed at the large bonfire nearby.
