Is he an enemy or a friend?
Shi Yue visited several large shops and sold a large batch of seven- and eight-hundred-year-old spirit herbs, along with a few third-grade magic treasures he no longer needed. At last, he scraped together fifteen million Spirit Stones.
When he returned to the Eight Directions Merchant Alliance, he saw Li Qingfeng without any trouble. He paid the full amount on the spot and bought three tickets.
"Fellow Daoist Li, forgive me for asking, but you said earlier that fine wine and delicacies would be provided. Could I eat my fill? I've always had a big appetite," Shi Yue asked casually.
A ticket cost five million Spirit Stones. Shi Yue thought it was far too expensive. How could he not eat enough to get his money's worth? He might as well consider it food for Jin'er and Yin'er.
"The food we provide is made from premium ingredients, and we can't prepare too much. For distinguished guests like you, we serve eighteen dishes every half a month, with no repeats for a month. Fine wine and spirit tea are limited to three jin a day, as are spirit fruits and pastries," Li Qingfeng explained slowly.
"What a joke. If fine wine and delicacies were available without limit, no matter how many ingredients we stocked, it wouldn't be enough."
Some high-ranking cultivators thought the tickets were too expensive and hoped to eat their money's worth. If they couldn't, they would pack the food into their Storage Rings or Storage Bags. Naturally, the Eight Directions Merchant Alliance wouldn't let passengers take advantage of them, so each person was given only a limited amount of food and drink.
Li Qingfeng didn't find Shi Yue's question strange. Almost every customer who bought a ticket asked the same thing.
Shi Yue