So this was the trump card Mu Bai held. The earlier back-and-forth struggle over the goods of a few trading houses had been nothing but feints. He intended to use this to further spread Ximu City's reputation, rather than limit himself to the victory or defeat of the Mu Lan Pavilion alone. After all, more than half of Ximu City belonged to the Mu Lan Pavilion, and Mu Bai personally owned a third of the city. Building Ximu City into a powerful, prosperous city was the most fundamental battle.
"Guildmaster, large numbers of cultivators and ordinary people from nearby cities have been pouring into Ximu City lately. Even our reserve warehouses can no longer keep up with demand..."
Even the Dharma Lotus Trading Company, with its immense wealth and abundant supplies, could not withstand this sort of expenditure. The elder reporting the situation was anxious and listless, overcome by a profound sense of helplessness.
"Have more supplies brought over from headquarters. Since this has already spread so far, we'll fight our decisive battle with the Mu Lan Pavilion right here!"
Yuan Lang had not slept well for several days either. Heavy dark circles now marked his formerly fair face. Only those who ran a household knew the cost of firewood and rice. Every additional day they held out consumed mountain after mountain of glittering soul crystals.
"Guildmaster, should we pull out first, concentrate our efforts in a few nearby cities, and then make another move on Ximu City?"
The Dharma Lotus Trading Company elder offered his suggestion cautiously. He truly could see no hope in continuing the struggle in Ximu City.
"Are we supposed to let the billions of soul crystals we've lost here just vanish into the water?!" Hearing the elder suggest conceding this battle, Yuan Lang truly grew