But Zhao Sheng remained unmoved, his heart harboring inscrutable motives. Any condition he offered was merely a mirage, like a flower in the water or the moon in a well; he simply wouldn't engage in honest trade.
Fang Ziqi tirelessly pressured him for half an hour, but ultimately, his efforts were futile, and he had no choice but to leave angrily.
When Zhao Sheng made a fortune, seven days had passed before he knew it.
...
On this day, the skies were clear and the air was refreshing, the lower forests of Yellow Spirit Peak were fully in bloom, covered with countless flowers.
In the Ten Thousand Laws Hall, nearly a hundred Nascent Soul Ancestors had all taken their places, each bearing a solemn expression and eyes filled with anticipation.
As the twin suns reached midheaven, the spirit cloud that had enveloped the area below the Ten Thousand Laws Hall slowly began to dissipate, revealing a clear and tranquil sky.
