The short, dark cultivator said in surprise, "So much? That must have cost a fortune, right?"
The cultivator with the surname Yu smiled faintly and flashed a purchase voucher. "It cost a fair bit, but I got one of these."
The short, dark cultivator took a closer look and saw it was a voucher for fifty Spirit Coins off a purchase of three hundred.
"Whoa, Brother Yu, you've made a killing! I only got a voucher for twenty off two hundred."
...
The boundless sky met the sea, a single expanse of color.
By the time Zhao Lin arrived at the docks, the sun was high in the sky, casting down thousands of golden rays.
After a period of bold and sweeping reforms, the shop was gradually flourishing. Business was better every day, with monthly profits now exceeding five thousand Spirit Stones and merit points approaching one thousand.
