As one of the masters of Wind and Rain Tower, Shui Hetong had naturally heard of Jizhou Trading Company.
Not only had he heard of it—Wind and Rain Tower's business spread throughout the Three Prefectures of the Great Wei Nine Provinces, so he had dealt with Jizhou Trading Company before.
The outcome went without saying—it had not been friendly.
Wind and Rain Tower was, after all, a martial sect. How could the wealthy people of Jizhou Trading Company possibly hold it in high regard?
Even with White Immortal overseeing Wind and Rain Tower, it was still one of the Three Religions and Nine Schools in the eyes of the Aristocratic Families.
No different from Bright Moon Tower or the Five Poisons Sect.
Thus, their several encounters had all ended on bad terms. Once, they had even come to blows.
Both sides had suffered casualties.
Had the three gang leaders of Caobang, Ma Gang, and Gaibang not stepped in, several masters of Wind and Rain Tower, including Shui Hetong, would have left the mountain.
After that, perhaps having learned of Wind and Rain Tower's strength, Jizhou Trading Company never openly clashed with it again.
But in secret, they were somewhat unwilling to accept it, somewhat unconvinced.
They would always pull some tricks to cause trouble for Fengyue Tower's business.
Shui Hetong knew of this, yet he had never found an opportunity to trouble Jizhou Trading Company.
There was no other reason.
Jizhou Trading Company was simply too mysterious. Its core members in particular had always hidden behind the scenes and rarely showed their faces.
As for the so-called shopkeepers and Patrolling Wind Envoys in the various provinces and counties, they were merely the eyes, ears, and claws displayed in the open.
With money, even ghosts could be made to turn millstones.