Winter gave way to spring.
Three Mountains Market seemed not to have changed in the slightest from before.
With the grand formation protecting it, those within knew neither cold nor heat, and the climate remained springlike year-round.
This day.
Lin Yuanping saw a fat man in a golden robe walking over, and his expression immediately changed. "Fellow Daoist Jin..."
This fat man was named Jin Buhuan, the landlord of Little Talisman Hall.
"Oh? Little Lin... Little Talisman Hall is doing quite well. Money pours in every day." Jin Buhuan looked over the passing crowd, rubbed his oily, gleaming face, and laughed.
"Th-this is naturally all thanks to your blessings, sir." Lin Yuanping groaned inwardly.
At that moment, Aaron walked over. "Go attend to the customers. I'll personally receive Fellow Daoist Jin."
As he spoke, he invited Jin Buhuan into the back room. "What brings Fellow Daoist Jin here?"
"Counting the days, it should be time for us to renew the lease." Jin Buhuan fiddled with fingers as thick as radishes. "When Fellow Daoist rented my ancestral shop, you got a tremendous bargain... Let me tell you, this shop of mine was specifically chosen for its auspicious location. With the Fortune Star shining overhead, it ensures flourishing business!"
Give me a break... A hundred years ago, this land wasn't even yours. Do you think I've never been here before?
Aaron rolled his eyes inwardly and waved a hand. "Speak plainly!"
"It's time to raise the rent, Fellow Daoist Fang... I've just taken an early Qi Refinement concubine into my household, and my hands are truly rather tight." Jin Buhuan said pitifully.
You live who knows how comfortably off the rent from your shops every year.
Aaron was speechless, but he still smiled. "Fellow Daoist should know that Little Talisman Hall's business