Still, Little Fire's livestream didn't bring in many customers. The next day, the firm remained empty. Now and then, passersby stopped outside to check in and take photos, happily sharing them online. It seemed they'd all taken it for a tourist attraction.
That made sense. People troubled by evil spirits weren't in the mood to watch livestreams.
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Most of the people who watched Yue Wen that day were just bored onlookers looking for a bit of fun. The odds of one of them living in City Seven and soon encountering an evil spirit were far too low.
Still, at least they'd gotten the firm's name out there. It was sure to be more effective than putting up little ads and handing out flyers.
The next day, when there were still no clients by ten in the morning, Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er left together on an electric scooter and headed for Treasure Forest.
He'd already messaged Qi Dian the day before. Qi Dian had been on security duty at Treasure Forest's venue lately and was only free around lunchtime, so Yue Wen had arranged to treat him to a meal nearby. They set off a little early, giving them time to get some spoils appraised.
Treasure Forest had clearly gotten busier lately. The main venue was preparing for the upcoming auction, and as soon as they entered the formation's range, they saw several cultivators in martial arts uniforms stationed around the area on high alert.
Providing security for local businesses and wealthy clients had always been one source of income for sects. Even the most prestigious ancient Immortal Gates in the human world took on jobs like this, helping