In the basin forest, as the construction crews got busy, the Wood Elves' purchasing party also made a smooth journey by carriage and arrived at West Mountain City.
Although they had already gotten an early look at Green Forest City, they were still stunned by West Mountain City's prosperity.
Once they entered the city, the first thing to do was naturally arrange accommodations. This time, they would undoubtedly have to pay for lodging again—another expense.
But that did nothing to dampen the Wood Elves' good mood. The moment they entered the familiar four-person dormitory, one Wood Elf dove headfirst onto the dry, comfortable bed.
"Mm, I've missed this bed so much. Don't bother me, anyone. I don't want to move anymore."
"Then we'll go to Manxiang Tower by ourselves."
"Manxiang Tower?!"
"Yeah. We're going to eat hot pot."
"Hot pot!!!"
The Wood Elf who had been planning to weld himself to the bed only a moment ago somehow found a surge of strength upon hearing the words "hot pot." His entire body sprang bolt upright, leaving the clansmen beside him dumbfounded.
"What are you all standing around for? Let's go eat hot pot!"
The moment they heard they were going for hot pot, the Wood Elves who had originally planned to slack off assembled at top speed. Three carriages carried all of them toward Manxiang Tower with imposing momentum.
The waiter at Manxiang Tower's entrance knew it was a big customer the moment he saw three carriages coming down the road toward them.
When the carriages stopped and the Wood Elves climbed down, he hurried over to greet them warmly.
"Esteemed guests, this way, please. It has been a long time since you've come."
The Wood Elves immediately beamed at that.
"You have quite a memory. You actually still remember