As soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, everyone's eyes in the room lit up. They were all seasoned businesspeople and could smell the enormous profits at a glance.
For a long time, the Wu Clan had cut itself off from the Human Race and the Demon Race. Even when they had managed to find a place in the Evil Court, they had lingered on the fringes.
They had not the slightest trust in the Human Race or the Demon Race. Likewise, the Human Race and the Demon Race were exceedingly wary of the Wu Clan. After all, the Wu Clan often treated cultivators as blood food—they were truly savage.
Their prolonged isolation from one another had led to a serious consequence: the Wu Clan guarded many forbidden and secret lands and controlled vast resources, yet could only sell them at rock-bottom prices.
Xu Yi now intended to build a transport hub connecting the Wu Clan with the Human Race's merchant guilds. He was certain he could pull it off because he had a unique advantage: he was a member of the Wu Clan, but he had also become the Lord of Wuji Hall in the Evil Court.
His identity as a member of the Wu Clan gave him immense prestige among his people. Meanwhile, to the heads of these merchant guilds, his position as Lord of Wuji Hall carried tremendous credibility.
Xu Yi was the perfect person to build this bridge. In an instant, every guild head perked up. If the plan succeeded, it would mean enormous profits.
Desolate Charm sent him a thought. "Looks like you've thought several steps ahead of everyone else, kid. But why not seize this chance to charge them a membership fee? Look at how eager they are. They'd surely agree."
Xu Yi sent back