After concluding the deal, the Tiger-skin Parrot flew away happily.
What had originally been a matter of spending money to buy materials ended up being paid for by the audience.
How could that not make it happy?
It was like a sporting event: the organizers got to enjoy high-level competition, made money from the spectators, and gained a whole series of positive feedback effects in the end.
That was why sports were absolutely not a wasteful industry in those shrewd countries. On the contrary, they were an industry of Eternal Prosperity.
Thinking of this, the Tiger-skin Parrot felt it could expand its cooperation with this Colossus.
Since this Colossus God liked liveliness, what grander and more bustling spectacle was there than all kinds of ball games? Its priests were clever too, and were already holding various sporting events to please this Deity.
But those priests were still limited in ability. Though Miken was a major sports nation, those were merely competitions among Ordinary People.
How could the sports of Ordinary People compare to those of Otherworldly Users? They could fully rely on their own resources and connections to organize all kinds of competitions among Otherworldly Users.
Just as people generally preferred watching men's football, the reason was simple: with their physical advantages, men's football was obviously stronger.
Sports were like that. Everyone's attention focused only on first place. Silver medalists were truly pitiful.
The Tiger-skin Parrot had no idea that someone behind it was watching it closely.
"Mm, that's it. Keep watching it. Don't miss a single detail, until it goes beyond your range of control," Wenren Sheng instructed Little Illusion.
"Got it..." Little Illusion replied impatiently.
Clearly, she did not like watching birds.
The Tiger-skin Parrot flew seven or eight hundred kilometers in one go, arriving before a grand