Nothing happened overnight, and in the blink of an eye, it was early the next morning. Last night, ever since master and disciple learned that the Nine Great Markets had been slaughtered, neither had been in the mood to keep chatting. They had each gone their own way and quietly watched how things would unfold.
In the morning, at the start of the si hour, around nine o'clock, Ping'an Market welcomed an uninvited guest.
The man was rather young and wore standard-issue clothes. A mass of green clouds was embroidered over the left side of his chest, likely the emblem of the force he belonged to. His attitude was arrogant. After entering the market and finding the Disciplinary Team, he said he had come from Dragon Head Market and specifically demanded to see Wei Shan.
The patrolling personnel did not dare neglect him. Ever since they learned yesterday that North's First Market had, for some unknown madness, slaughtered the markets ranked second through tenth in one go, the higher-ups had warned them that if they encountered anyone from Dragon Head Market, they absolutely must not be negligent, lest they invite unnecessary trouble.
The young man was escorted all the way to the Market Master Mansion by members of the Disciplinary Team, treated like an honored guest.
In the main hall, master and disciple sat to the left and right, each holding a teacup.
"Market Master, Dragon Head Market has sent an envoy. I don't know what he's here for." The Wei Family junior who had reported the news in a panic last night stepped forward to inform him, sweat dripping from his forehead, his expression faintly fearful.
How could he not be afraid? The nine markets combined had at least five hundred thousand people, if not a million.
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