Mist Smoke Mountain's mountainside, Yanxia Workshop.
Liyang Dao's assault on the mountain had brought smashing, looting, and arson. Many shops had been blown apart or burned down, and even the neatly laid Blue Stone Path had been blasted to pieces by secret arts.
Yet despite the devastation, the Market had become livelier instead. Haggling never ceased, and everyone's faces were flushed with excitement.
Inside Qianyuan Merchant House.
A burly man in his forties asked worriedly, "Boss, are we still taking in those stolen goods?"
"Of course we are! Why wouldn't we?" Jia Tian's face was full of excitement.
"Liyang Dao attacked, and plenty of people took the chance to rob a lot of things." Jia Tian's eyes gleamed. "A huge number of magical artifacts and talismans have flooded the Market, and prices have plummeted. This is exactly the time for us to buy low!"
The burly shopkeeper was still concerned. "If we stockpile so much, what if prices keep falling and it all ends up stuck in our hands..."
"Liyang Dao has already reached our mountain gate. Do you think Jilong Dao will let it go?" Jia Tian chuckled, clearly confident. "Talismans and magical artifacts are lifesaving tools. Once fighting breaks out again, we won't have to worry about sales."
"Buy low, sell high, and make several times the profit with ease. Why wouldn't we seize such a good opportunity?"
"Boss, you're brilliant." The burly shopkeeper smiled and flattered him. "It's just that we may not have enough White Jade in the accounts?"
"No problem!" The Mustard Seed Talisman on Jia Tian's wrist trembled, and a wooden box appeared on the table. "Take these two thousand White Jade and use them first."
"Isn't this the payment we raised for the Baizhang Pill?" The burly shopkeeper hesitated. "Wouldn't it be bad