The Faces of the Three Venerables

Because the "Land of Sin" mission was available to everyone, every person could claim one thousand Mist Points and a "Recovery Card."

That might not seem like much for one person, but what about a thousand people? Ten thousand? Or even a hundred thousand?

After all, the number of Survivors in the Empire had already surpassed six figures!

"Yes, Mr. Colin!" Roger and Li Hang replied simultaneously through the Parchment.

They valued this plan as well. After all the battles, support operations, and so on, they had gained plenty of supplies, but their reserves of Mist Points were running low.

A one-day trip plan to the "Land of Sin" could breathe a huge burst of life back into their shriveled wallets.

"Oh, right. Remember, don't use any means to force them to hand over their Mist Points."

Colin added a reminder. There were things he would collect when it was appropriate, but when it was not, he would rather make things harder for himself than take them.

If they went too far with certain matters, it would easily breed resentment.

"Alright." Roger quickly sent another message. "A batch of new mass-market goods is ready to be listed."

Li Hang followed up as well. "The next batch of weapons is ready too."

"Very soon. Then handle it as you see fit."

Colin voiced his approval. "Remember, keep it free trade."

"Understood."

Once this wave of funds entered the market, they could make a fortune with a casual harvest. There was no need to offend people by forcing them to hand things over.

Before long, dozens of selected advance personnel emerged from the Mist Gate.

"Mr. Colin!" they shouted in unison.

"Mm, don't mind me. Start setting up the forward base."

Colin waved a hand. "I've cleared out the Aberrations nearby, but