Zi Lan often went down to the city to have fun, too. He thought Bai Qian was absolutely right. It was like offering someone a steady income, so he hurriedly chimed in,
"Exactly, Sixth Senior Brother! This business is bound to do well. Si Yin and I can help you collect the money."
Hearing Si Yin and Zi Lan, Wang Yue felt utterly speechless. They were both cultivators, yet all they ever thought about was making money.
He simply ignored the two junior disciples and smiled at Mo Yuan instead. "Master, since there's nothing else, I'll get back to my own work. I still have thousands of big plans!"
Mo Yuan knew exactly what Wang Yue was planning to work on: building more cities. He couldn't quite understand why Wang Yue insisted on building all those useless cities. After all, for High Gods like them, who could destroy heaven and earth, it was a simple matter of waving a hand. Even an ordinary High Immortal would only need to wave a hand a couple more times.
Still, Wang Yue had originally been a human. It was perfectly understandable that he wanted to use the prestige of Kunlun Ruins to provide shelter for humanity.
So Mo Yuan didn't stop him. He simply nodded. "Go ahead. But before you leave, check the storeroom. I've brought back the rare treasures you asked me to keep an eye out for. Remember to take them with you."
Over these tens of thousands of years, Wang Yue had grown used to it. Whenever Mo Yuan or his Senior Brothers went out to travel or train and then returned, they always brought back materials, which they stored in Kunlun Void's storeroom for Wang Yue to use.
Wang Yue hurriedly thanked Mo Yuan, called Second Senior Brother Chang