The next day.
Phoenix Cry Pavilion.
Zhou Yi specially booked a private room.
The four loose cultivator array masters arrived one after another—the youngest was eighty or ninety, the oldest over a hundred.
"I invited you all today to make spirit stones together!"
Zhou Yi cut straight to the chase, immediately mentioning the Mystifying Array and the marketplace order.
The old array master fell silent for a moment, then said, "This method isn't complicated—I have some familiar friends myself. Aren't you afraid your business will get snatched away?"
"Collaboration benefits both sides!"
Zhou Yi laughed, "If we start competing with each other, it'll only drive down the price of formation flags. Those disciples from the same sect are banded together, and won't tear their faces open for a few spirit stones—the only ones losing out are us, the ones who actually do the work!"
Another array master asked, "What price are you offering for formation flags?"
