Walking on the street of "Celestial Net Island," Li Yunjing couldn't help but marvel silently.
The broad bluestone pavement could accommodate eight carriages side by side, with shops lined on both sides, their colorful signboards sparkling under the sunlight.
The air was filled with the fragrance of spirit tea and elixirs, mingling with the salty scent of the sea breeze to form a unique aroma.
"Top-quality deep sea coral! Three thousand years old!"
"Profound Iron and Pure Gold, the first choice for Artifact Refining!"
"True Essence Pills on sale! Pay to buy!"
The hawking cries rose one after another.
Li Yunjing noticed that at almost every stall, disciples wearing the attire of the "Celestial Net Dao Sect" stood openly collecting "management fees."
The business here isn't about paying a one-time fee and setting up shop for a day.
It's all about taking cuts from the number of transactions.
Seeing this, Li Yunjing smacked his lips in secret, isn't this too ruthless?
