Building a Giant City, complete in every detail inside and out, for a Grotto-Heaven Paradise of little use to a Supreme One seemed rather absurd.
But for a merchant like San Bao, it was only natural.
Merchants never let a profit slip away if they could swallow it whole.
"Your methods are remarkable, fellow Daoist," Meng Chuan said. He felt no aversion toward San Bao.
San Bao's enthusiasm for him was most likely driven by a desire to gain something from him.
But San Bao would only—and could only—trade fairly with Meng Chuan.
If San Bao truly had something useful to Meng Chuan, Meng Chuan would not refuse.
It was not that Meng Chuan believed San Bao had lofty moral principles. Quite the opposite: he did not believe someone who had attained the Dao through commerce possessed such a thing at all...
Unless San Bao was that one honest man in ten thousand.
Meng Chuan certainly had no intention of gambling on that.
He expected San Bao to trade fairly because they stood on equal footing, and this was Primordial Heaven, not an empty stretch of the Chaos Sea.
If San Bao forced a deal on him or used underhanded means to cheat him, then unless he killed Meng Chuan on the spot, Meng Chuan could ruin his reputation simply by spreading the word afterward.
Of course, killing Meng Chuan on the spot would ruin his reputation too. Would that not announce that his establishment was a den of thieves?
A Supreme One who had attained such a Great Dao, lived comfortably in Primordial Heaven, and knew most of his fellow Daoists could hardly have a bad reputation.
If he did, what Supreme One would dare trade with San Bao?
An extraordinary merchant could have all manner of flaws, but