Feeling the bulging money bag, Ning Zheng checked the time, seven thirty.
There was still half an hour before the Sword Casting Manor would really start buzzing.
Making use of this half hour.
He sat at the entrance of the manor, basking in the sunlight, gazing at the distant verdant mountains, and began to ponder the matters ahead.
Currently, the manor had to confront three events actually.
Firstly, the weapon trade.
Having just completed the initial trade with the businesswoman, it was now on the right track.
Weapon selling was a long-term plan for the manor, and the real response could only be known after a few days.
Secondly, the Well Entrance.
The crows had dealt with it, but the point of the River Demon still had to be handled eventually.
It was, after all, an unstable factor blocking the doorstep, and the direction of that River Demon Leader was unknown.
A Five-Body Realm Great Perfection potentially raiding from the well entrance at night was truly terrifying.
