At the horizon.
The Fire Dragon Saint Son who had been sent flying did not know how many times he had tumbled before he finally steadied himself, circulating his Profound Qi to hover in midair.
Yet joy appeared on the face of the Fire Dragon Saint Son, who should have been beside himself with frustration. "Just as Brother Baoguang predicted, Master not only won't suppress the truth, but will continue putting effort into defending it."
By now, the Fire Dragon Saint Son regarded Truth as a treasure, and he admired Wang Baoguang immensely.
Though Truth only released an issue every few years, and the manpower and resources invested in its early stages had been astronomical, once it began operating, it was practically a Spirit Stone printing machine.
With only a few issues, Truth had thoroughly opened up its channels through the private lives of bigwigs, firmly seizing hold of its audience.
Riding the traffic brought in by Truth, Wang Baoguang had also vigorously promoted all kinds of high-quality supplementary publications he had brought with him—novels, illustrated books, photo albums, merchandise modeled after bigwigs, and more—earning enough to fill basin after basin.
The Fire Dragon Saint Son had likewise made a fortune through the tiny share he held in it. After all these years, his pockets were bulging, and he had accumulated a modest fortune.
Moreover, according to Brother Baoguang, the main force of family members coming later to provide support was nearly at North Pole Divine Continent. When they arrived, they would bring even newer, more interesting, and more profitable products: recording devices, filmed dramas, virtual games, and a whole series of others.
Just as Brother Baoguang said, whoever gained traffic gained the world. The Fire Dragon Saint Son had not understood it at first, but later came to deeply