Fate Comes Artifact Refining Shop, main hall.
"Next time, I shall come trouble you again, Fellow Daoist!"
"You are most welcome. This Old Daoist will see you out!"
"No need for that, Fellow Daoist. Please stay!"
"Brother Jiang, this concubine will be leaving first! Next time, this concubine will visit Fellow Daoist alone. Fellow Daoist, do not shut this concubine out, now!"
"How could I dare? This Old Daoist will surely sweep the couch clean to welcome you!"
A bright smile hung on Cheng Buzheng's face as he watched the three departing figures, muttering inwardly:
"I hope you do not disappoint me!"
It seemed the matter of closing the shops would have to wait a while longer.
At the very least, he would settle this great enemy first before making further plans.
Cheng Buzheng did not believe the other party would simply allow his artifact refining shop to remain open on Spirit Cultivation Street.
After all, although Cheng Buzheng had not previously known that the owner of One Origin Pavilion was his great enemy, One Origin Pavilion's usual business alone made it clear just how badly its artifact-refining orders had declined.
Likewise.
The artifact-refining businesses of those several shops were no different.
Otherwise!
Those owners, whose interests had suffered such severe losses, would not have joined forces to come here and negotiate with him.
By now, they were nearly at the limit of their endurance.
Thus, Cheng Buzheng was not worried that the other party would fail to act.
If his estimate was correct, they would make a move in as long as a year, or as soon as ten days to half a month.
It all depended on what methods the other party possessed now.
At that thought, a flash of cold light flickered through the murky eyes of