Half an hour later.
"Here are the 20 pounds of 'heavy rock' you exchanged for, please check."
Another half-hour later.
"Huff... Here are the 50 pounds of 'heavy rock' you exchanged for... Huff... please check..."
And another half-hour later.
"Huff... Here are the... Huff... 100 pounds of 'heavy rock'...Huff... please check..."
The delivery man, soaked in sweat, put down the package, leaned against the door frame, and gasped for breath.
"Um...why not let the Spirits help carry the goods?"
Chen Xuan scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
Since the Frostwind Daoist School's headquarters were close to the Realm of Death, the employees who could work here were basically Spirit Binders who had contracts with Spirits.
After all, if a beast tide attacked, they would be the first ones affected after the front line of the Realm of Death.
