Just as writing novels had once been, livestreaming was likewise an emerging industry for Origin Mall's customers. By now, it had already flourished considerably.
In a sense, Origin Mall could also be said to have led the trends of culture.
That did not seem quite right—not entirely accurate. At any time, Origin Mall was the one leading the trends.
Yao Ziyue ate the popcorn she had just bought while watching the livestream on her Magic Phone. Bede's stream had only just begun, yet it already had quite a lot of viewers. Perhaps many customers could learn news related to the Voice of Stories in Steel City through his perspective.
If that really was the case, there should be quite a few customers this afternoon...
"What are you watching?" Qing Yuan's voice pulled Yao Ziyue's thoughts, which had drifted who knew where, back to reality. She smiled and leaned close to her.
"A livestream." Yao Ziyue casually answered, tilting the Magic Phone's screen toward Qing Yuan.
"This person again?" Qing Yuan had naturally heard of Bede. "The abandoned underground mines of Steel City? Aren't those the territory of undead and the Elemental Spirits that emerge from the Elemental Rift? Even the dwarves found them terribly troublesome and had no choice but to abandon them, yet he actually chose that place."
Her words were filled with surprise. In Qing Yuan's view, the abandoned mines were practically hell-level difficulty.
"Even if he accidentally dies inside, it is not a real death anyway," Yao Ziyue explained. "Besides, this is what most customers asked for. He even held a vote some time ago. It looks like everyone is quite curious about places like that. By the way, aren't you playing Mahjong?"
"Boring, boring. Let's call it here for today." Qing Yuan waved her hand. "There's