Time flew by, and before long, ten days had passed.
The upheaval caused by Xie Tian had turned into a topic frequently mentioned by people, and anything frequently brought up became ordinary, no longer special.
But it was precisely because it was common that it spread widely—at least the owner of the Feitian Pavilion in Tuocheng had heard about it and, with a pained heart, handed over his lucrative business to the smiling Shopkeeper Jia.
"The freak from the dead camp is actually doing business now, leaving no room for the rest of us to survive!"
With six million Military Merit in hand, the owner lamented but was scolded by Shopkeeper Jia as he made his way out: "Damn it, getting a bargain and still playing cute, as if I don't know your crummy Feitian Pavilion is only worth ten million ordinary Military Merit?"