Magic Metal Harbor.
After getting off the airship, Feng Xie and the other three headed to the ticket office, intending to buy tickets for a ship to Central Court.
However, when they reached the ticket office, they were told that there would be no merchant ships or passenger ships heading to Central Court for the next six months.
"Miss, why six months?"
Aiou leaned against the ticket window, looked at the female ticket seller, and voiced his doubt.
Under normal circumstances, unless transportation could be restored immediately within a short period, the longer the delay stretched, the more variables there would be. The harder it would be to determine an exact time.
Yet the female ticket seller's answer was exceptionally certain. No ships would come for six months.
"Because the Elixir Festival in Central Court will be held nine months from now." The ticket seller smiled at Aiou as she answered.
Feng Xie nodded. "I understand. The Elixir Festival is basically Central Court's Spring Festival. Whether it's the Mo Family or the Chess Society, they'll definitely end all their conflicts before then. Otherwise, other forces may very well seize the chance to intervene."
"It's more than that. The Elixir Festival is also the grand celebration held once a year. Merchants chase profit like flies chase meat—they have to start moving in July, or they'll be too late." The ticket seller smiled.
After six months of this "empty window," Central Court would inevitably be short of a vast quantity of urgently needed supplies. During the Elixir Festival's grand celebration, whoever had supplies would earn enough to fill their plates and bowls to overflowing.
"So we have to wait in Demonfall Abyss for six months?" Cun Yi sighed.
Aiou said indifferently, "That works out perfectly. I can go have a look at