The Stall Area had only been established recently; its scale was far inferior to White Cloud Market Town's.
After walking a few steps farther in, Su Qing found the manager, who turned out to be an acquaintance.
He was one of the burly men who had crowded around the tent when Niu Ya was being treated—the straightforward Rogue Cultivator who loved sister-in-law rather than elder brother.
"Fellow Daoist Su, setting up a stall here is helping bring people to this place. How would this humble Daoist dare charge Fellow Daoist Su rent? So long as Fellow Daoist Su does not come asking this humble Daoist for Spirit Crystals, I will be grateful beyond measure!"
Niu Thirteen said to Su Qing with a fawning smile.
He truly did not dare ask Su Qing for Spirit Crystals.
On one hand, he had witnessed Su Qing's puppet craftsmanship firsthand. Having him set up a stall here could indeed draw customers to the Stall Area.
On the other hand, his elder brother's fate was still unknown. Who knew whether he would return? And if he came back missing arms and legs again, would they not have to trouble Fellow Daoist Su?
More importantly, everyone in the Forward Camp now knew that the Bear King Team had been on the brink of death, only to be forcibly rescued by Fellow Daoist Su alone and his puppets.
A powerhouse like this only lacked an organization of his own. Otherwise, with Niu Ya absent, if Su Qing wanted to seize control of the Stall Area, no one from the Rat King Team would dare utter a word.
"Fellow Daoist Thirteen is too polite. If your leg gets broken next time, just come find me!"
Su Qing waved a hand. Saving wherever he could was still saving; although