"Thirty taels of Demon Silver! Give me a hundred and fifty copies of the latest Heavenly Secret Martial Manual!"
"Out of stock? How long has the Heavenly Secret Martial Manual even been on sale, and you're telling me you're out?"
"Old Liang, that's no way to treat us! We've always bought our stock from you, and we've never shortchanged you."
"Any slower and it'll be too late. I have several competitors over in Liangzhou. Old Liang, if the books arrive even a step too late, they won't fetch a good price."
"There really aren't any left. Everyone, please calm down, calm down!" The storyteller looked pale. As he spoke, he wiped away cold sweat with a white cloth. "Someone picked up more than seven hundred copies here not long ago. I never imagined this issue of the Heavenly Secret Martial Manual would sell so well."
"Rest assured, everyone! Rest assured! I've already sent someone to get stock from my friends, and the Heavenly Secret Pavilion is printing more. In an hour at most, I'll make sure everyone is satisfied."
At this, Fang Buyuan's lips curled upward in a mocking smile.
Beside him stood a burly man.
The man was burly to an unbelievable degree, even taller and larger than the High Mountain Tribe members commonly seen in the Capital City.
He stood fourteen feet tall, almost touching the ceiling when he rose. His powerful muscles were covered in iron armor, making him look like an enormous moving iron pillar, while his head resembled a tiger's, hideous and savage.
-Had Chu Xisheng been here, he would have been astonished to discover that this was none other than the Eternity God, God-Tiger Chang, who had been forced to sign a Divine Covenant with him in the Ten Thousand Demons Grotto several months