With the departure of a large number of skilled practitioners,
Eagle Grief Cliff was instantly much less lively.
The flow of people in the market at the base of the mountain became ever sparser.
Yet, the price of exotic beast meat unexpectedly fell quite a bit.
"Those who eat meat have all run off to the Six Consecutive Mountains to risk their lives, and without lowering prices, we simply can't sell anything," Butcher Zhang lamented.
"If they didn't risk their lives, where would they get the white jade to buy your meat? Be content," Chen Mu chuckled.
"Had I known earlier, I would have closed shop and gone to the Six Consecutive Mountains as well," Butcher Zhang regretted as usual.
"Then go," Chen Mu said with a sidelong glance.
"Forget it, one more or less of me won't make a difference; I'd rather not go and be a bother to them," Butcher Zhang said with a nonchalant face.
Heh...
Chen Mu gave him a sidelong glance, "You're right."
...
One day, a month later.
