When the customers in the store saw Luo Chuan coming downstairs, they all greeted him.
Luo Chuan merely nodded in response.
"Did anything happen?" Luo Chuan sat down behind the counter.
"More or less the same as usual." Yao Ziyan smiled. "Quite a few new customers came to the store. I heard they're Lineage forces from near the Tianxing Empire."
Luo Chuan swept his gaze across the store and saw several dozen people seated neatly in the holographic equipment chairs, all immersed in the virtual world.
They had come over as a whole group.
In the Central Region of the Tianlan Continent, there were many nations and factions, with Lineages being an immensely important part of them.
Strictly speaking, empires could also be considered a type of Lineage force, except their sphere of influence was much larger.
Luo Chuan was not particularly interested in that, however.
At Origin Mall, even if factions bore blood-deep hatred for one another, they still had to abide by the store's rules.
The conflicts between different factions were, in the final analysis, merely struggles over profit.
After all, black and white had never been clearly defined in this world.
Different viewpoints and positions had never led to the same conclusions.
Luo Chuan stretched, leaned back in his chair, and took out his Magic Phone.
Since there was nothing to do anyway, reading some novels sounded nice.
It had only been a short while, yet quite a few of the novels he was following had already updated.
Luo Chuan was a little puzzled. This update speed was not right. Why was it so much faster than before?
Curious, he opened the comment sections of those novels.
'The Imperial Guards came to spread warmth.'
'Does Emperor Tianxing read this book too?'
'The author updates so diligently. Keep