Five days later.
In the dense woods where the trade of the Wood Spirit Boy occurred.
"Mr. Gongsun is really bold. He even dares to monopolize all the materials for the Spiritual Pulp?!" Mo Wuzhou exclaimed with a look of admiration.
"To give away such a profitable exclusive deal, is he really willing to let me take it?" Mo Wuzhou was doubtful.
"How dare we compete with the Lower Courtyard for money," Shang Huan said with a big, ingratiating smile on his face.
It's not like they could do anything about it anyway.
The surprise attack from the last time still made him shudder.
Thank goodness his boss was reliable. Otherwise, he would have surely died that night!
"You don't dare, but do you think I do?" Mo Wuzhou rolled his eyes.
It was only because he had a good master. Otherwise, he reckoned he'd have been assigned to a hunting team and not be able to cultivate in peace on the mountain as he was now.
