Three days later.
Southern Region. Purple Stone City.
Inside a massive mansion, Mo Jian sat behind a massive wooden table. He wore a serious expression as he wrote.
Creak!
The door was pushed open and Zhao Tian came in with an unsightly expression.
"Young Master…" His voice trailed off.
"Rejected?" Mo Jian asked, raising his head.
Zhao Tian nodded. "Why don't we try to meet the city lord?" he suggested.
They had arrived at Purple Stone City two days ago and had been trying to find a foothold.
Unfortunately, every business in the city was controlled by powerful clans.
To get a store at the center of the city, you needed permission not from the city lord but from the Mo clan.
The Mo clan was one of the hegemons in the city, and they had been trying to arrange a meeting with them.
But to their dismay, they were snubbed, not given any chance at all.
