Seeing Song Yin's serious expression, Ao Mogang grew even more smug.
"And then it gets even more terrifying! Once the palace is completed, I will conjure a city out of thin air to accommodate my undersea kin! From that moment on, The Mortal Realm will become the land of the Sea Race, where we will cultivate, rest, and initiate trade, squeezing out your living space."
"Those humans will be enslaved by me, forced to work for me, selling the commodities of my Sea Race! And if humans want to take something from this place, they must pay money!"
"Also within eight hours?" Zhang Fei Xuan asked curiously.
"Of course, not a moment less!"
Ao Mogang lifted his head, arrogantly declaring, "The goods for sale will only offer you humans a ten percent commission, ensuring you see the treasures before you but cannot possess them, living in regret!"
Wow, there's even a commission!
Zhang Fei Xuan smacked his lips together, feeling a toothache coming on.
