"One tael of silver, just one tael of silver."
"Whoever offers one tael of silver, I will sell this map to them."
The old man's voice echoed among the crowd, but most people just looked at him with skeptical eyes, whispering, seemingly believing this was just a trick to swindle money.
However, Luo Chen saw a hint of determination in the old man's eyes. He believed the old man was not lying, at least the old man believed every word he said himself.
Luo Chen stepped forward, squeezing through the crowd, and said to the old man, "Old sir, let me see that map."
The old man lifted his head, a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he did not expect someone to actually be interested in his map.
With great care, he handed the worn-out map to Luo Chen.
Luo Chen took the map and began to examine it closely.
The map was covered with complex lines and symbols, seemingly pointing to a distant place.
