Time flies, and another half a month had gone by.
Wang Zijia was incredibly busy, dealing with matters of taking on disciples every day, selling goods, and even occasionally going on rescue missions. He was so busy that his feet barely touched the ground.
The goods brought with him were nearly sold out; what remained was a bit hard to sell as the market was somewhat saturated. After all, he wasn't the only one who had brought goods.
Their entire magic-driven group had brought at least two hundred and fifty to three hundred thousand Magic money worth of goods over, all of which had been sold off within these few months, saturating the surrounding market and leaving many monks deprived, making it hard to see much sale in the short term.
At present, he had harvested over 130,000 Magic money, and after selling out, he should have nearly 140,000. He had earned around 30,000 Magic money, a rather large profit.
