"Sir, the region we arrived in may have deviated from our original destination."
Early the next morning, Ye Xiu had only just awakened from meditation when Xu Qing stepped forward and spoke.
"I know."
Ye Xiu answered lazily.
It had been a long time since he had come to such an ordinary environment. Compared to the past few years, when he had constantly fought across realms while casually launching great wars, Southern Province might have a fearsome reputation, but honestly, it did not place much pressure on Ye Xiu.
"You know?"
Xu Qing's eyes widened.
He had not forgotten the purpose of this trip.
Trade in Razor-Gold Spider materials had already begun. It was foreseeable that the sect faction in Southern Province that had reached a trade agreement would rapidly expand.
To ensure that this region, mixed with exotic beasts, the Demon Race, and human cultivators, could maintain its fighting spirit, they needed to find several factions—or at least one—worth supporting, make contact with them, and provide them with more advanced armaments.
But now they had even come to the wrong place. Was that not the greatest mistake?
"The situation in Southern Province is more complicated than either of us imagined. Of course, its resources truly are rich enough to make one's eyes burn with envy."
Ye Xiu spoke unhurriedly. "Understand the key point. We need to exploit the gap between inside and outside, using dumping methods to earn its resource output."
"The prerequisite for maintaining trade is also a certain degree of stability."
"Do you think the exotic beasts will obediently watch you trade with one another? Or will they meekly hand over the resource sites they have occupied?"
Ye Xiu's string of questions immediately turned Xu Qing's expression solemn. He had indeed considered such matters before, but he