After giving his instructions, Chen Yi left. Not having to sell the fish himself would save a lot of time and if the silver coins earned were more than selling directly to the restaurant, then that would be even better.
As for risks, he wasn't selling valuable species like the Red Blood Carp. If the two couldn't handle a business worth a hundred or so silver coins, then there was no point in partnering with them.
Leaving the two behind, Chen Yi returned to the boat and navigated to an uninhabited spot at the center of Spirit Mist Lake.
For some reason, Chen Yi didn't want to stay on that 32 island for long. In territory potentially occupied by cultivators, he felt uneasy doing anything, as if he were doing things right under others' noses. He felt utterly insecure.
He was more familiar with the endless expanse of Spirit Mist Marsh,
He hid inside the boat, took out a Strong Bone Pill, thought for a moment, pinched about one-tenth of it and put it in his mouth.
