Twin Lakes Island Port.
The Azure Dragon lay moored amid the Chen clan's slave ships, each over a hundred and fifty zhang long, looking rather tiny by comparison.
Before the docks.
Chen Xianhe waved a hand. "No need to see me off any farther. You should all head back."
He swept his gaze around, finally letting it settle on Chen Daoxuan. A flicker of reluctance flashed through his eyes and vanished.
"You may withdraw for now."
"Yes, Young Clan Leader."
Chen Daoxuan dismissed the clan members, then stepped forward. "On this trip to Guang'an Prefecture, Thirteenth Uncle, it would be best to keep the number of flying swords sold at the previous level."
Hearing this, Chen Xianhe nodded. "That is only right. Now that our Chen Family Spirit Vein has been established, we have a foundation. Once Daochu and the others grow up, they will be able to shoulder the clan's heavy responsibilities. It will not be too late to sell flying swords in large quantities then."
Seeing Chen Daoxuan raise the matter himself, Chen Xianhe felt even more at ease about him.
It proved that Chen Daoxuan had not been dazzled by the enormous profits brought by the flying sword business. He understood that what the Chen family needed most right now was not to earn vast quantities of Spirit Stones, but time to grow.
Although most of the secondhand magical artifact market in Guang'an Prefecture's Rogue Cultivator Market was occupied by rogue cultivators, it was hard to say that no great cultivation clans had a hand in it.
Even if the great cultivation clans disdained such meager profits, the offspring of those clans who supplied secondhand flying swords to artifact shops still claimed a share of the profits.
If the Chen family sold brand-new flying swords on a