Wang Mu turned back with a smile, his expression half-amused. "What's wrong, Senior Sister Yaoyao?"
Xia Yaoyao asked uncertainly, "You just said... how many pieces?"
"Over a million, I suppose. This is only the first batch; there'll definitely be more later..." Wang Mu said, then suddenly remembered something and waved his hand. "Ah, since the Refining Equipment Pavilion isn't interested, it'll be the same if I go find someone else!"
"Don't!"
In a flash, Xia Yaoyao appeared in the doorway, blocking Wang Mu's path. A hint of panic surfaced on her pretty face. "Well, are you paying this time?"
Wang Mu said, "Senior Sister, listen to yourself. I'm here this time representing the Langya Merchant Association to do business with you. Of course I'm paying!"
Xia Yaoyao was visibly tempted.
The Sacred Land had deep foundations, but the yearly consumption of all its disciples was also an astronomical figure.
Especially the Refining Equipment Pavilion and the Alchemy Pavilion.
They were practically money-burning behemoths.
Although the annual funding the Holy Lord gave them was already the highest among the Northern Darkness Sacred Ground's thirty-six pavilions.
There were never enough Spirit Stones.
That was only because the Langya Merchant Association and the Northern Darkness Sacred Ground had close ties, so buying supplies from the Langya Merchant Association in the Sacred Ground's name came with enormous discounts.
Otherwise, they would be even more strapped for cash.
Moreover, these two pavilions had always been proud and arrogant. Compared to taking on massive orders to earn Spirit Stones.
They would rather devote most of their effort to researching new pill recipes, new artifact patterns, and forging methods.
Everyone knew that research was a bottomless pit.
The previous years had been better.
The Sacred Ground had flourished and could still support itself. Though they lacked money,