It could be said that overnight, Ling Shuo's name had spread throughout the entire present world—from Thousand Isles upon the Endless Sea to Central Earth at the heart of the present world, even reaching the Federation and the Empire.
He had gone from an unknown nobody to renowned across the world.
Though powers like Celestial Origin were generally too lazy to care—couldn't be bothered to spare him a glance—at the very least, every Wild Bazaar branch had received the news and was paying varying degrees of attention. After all, he was a brand-new boss about to take the throne. What he represented was not merely himself, but also the enormous markets, channels, and influence possessed by the Seven Cities that had completed Integration behind him.
Another seat had been added at the table. The Wild Bazaar's great cafeteria was welcoming a new member.
Would there be a chance to take another bite? Might they lose a bite instead? Could they strike up some deal and open a new source of income? Should they kick him while he was down and snatch back another juicy piece of meat?
Everyone's little schemes had quietly begun to turn.
Some had already made plans. More, after learning the whole story, simply hauled out little stools, dug up melon seeds, peanuts, and nuts, and prepared to watch the show. Heh, it was fucking lively!
You Thousand Isles people really did have more tricks up your sleeves...
At this point, the only thing separating Ling Shuo from the true position of boss was a title.
The allegiance of the Seven Cities, the submission of tens of thousands.
Internally, he could reconcile conflicts and cut off pointless disputes. Externally, he could exercise Sole Authority and accept the responsibilities of the Wild Bazaar.
After that birthday banquet, he