You Still Know How to Worry About Me?
The fire clouds above the Continent of Merchants gradually dispersed as well.
Merchant Lord let out a soft breath and watched the roiling fire clouds vanish before his eyes.
"They really are dragonkin. No matter how long it has been, they can't shake that habit of looking down their noses at everyone."
Merchant Lord's gaze turned cold. A faction without even a Heavenly Supreme—what right did they have to throw their weight around here and bark so fiercely?
They were merely relying on the fact that Divine Beasts had long lifespans, and that old fool at the peak of Earthly Supreme had not yet died. Otherwise, did an Upper Earthly Supreme deserve to speak to him like that?
So be it. If they sought death themselves, they could not blame anyone else.
Merchant Lord took a deep breath and could not be bothered to interfere.
Those Divine Beasts had truly grown stupid from living too comfortably. Did they not stop to consider that anyone bold enough to slaughter their kin, and even let the stolen goods circulate everywhere, could hardly be an ordinary figure?
He might as well let the people of the Fire Domain teach them a proper lesson. They were so foolish that, even though his relationship with them was not particularly close, he could not help worrying that continuing to do business with them in the future might bring trouble.
He was naturally unafraid of trouble, but that did not mean he had any patience for such idiots.
For a merchant, the most troublesome customers were precisely those who caused problems every few days. He would rather have fewer dealings with them. The Continent of Merchants was vast and prosperous; it did not need the patronage of this one