Phainon soon calmed down.
The Journey of Flame-Chasing had taught him to think calmly about everything.
He examined the Message-Transmitting Slate from every angle, pondering how to break out of this predicament.
First, he ruled out force.
In terms of strength, he undoubtedly surpassed Aya.
But when Aya had seen his mountain of Yellow-Purple Clothes, she had not resorted to violence.
Instead, she had used this method to teach him a lesson, hoping to correct his aesthetic sense.
But Phainon was a rebellious student with ideas of his own.
After more than thirty million lifetimes, the Yellow-Purple Color Scheme had always remained the most sacred color scheme in his heart.
How could that possibly change so easily?
He understood.
Aya had done this simply to open a breach.
Now, everyone wanted a Message-Transmitting Slate!
Yesterday, it had been a hundred slates.
Once word of their usefulness spread, it would be a thousand, then ten thousand.
Of course, once the Message-Transmitting Slates became widespread, this promotion would probably be discontinued.
But by then, he would probably have lost to Aya.
Phainon understood:
"I'm selling clothes and the possibility of added value."
"But Aya is selling clothes and technology!"
"And she's even selling them cheaper than I am!"
It was easy to foresee that, unless he took action, Aya would seize both the sales channels and the public's goodwill.
In the future, the Amphoreus Weaving Workshop would come to represent something more.
It would not merely be a place that sold beautiful clothes from Amphoreus.
It would also be the place that changed the landscape of the continent.
Without a doubt, that would give Aya's clothes another halo and a story to tell!
Stories were what brought in the money!
Phainon could even picture the scene.
Ten thousand years later, people would