“If the air quality down here gets any thicker, we will need oxygen tanks instead of qi circulation.”
Three hundred meters beneath Yanjing’s Ghost Market, the heavy iron freight elevator locked into place, and Lin Mo strolled down the grand basalt approach corridor of the Panlong Spirit-Stone Exchange. His hands rested casually in his heavy coat pockets while blue ghost-fire lanterns flickered overhead.
Behind him, Tie Niu kept his broad shoulders squared. Chu Lingxiao walked on Lin Mo’s left, quietly sipping a paper cup of warm taro milk tea she had brought from the surface.
Old Soldier Wei (Goodness: 89/100), his chest meridian freshly healed and surging with Rank 2 vigor, walked half a step ahead as their guide.
“Chairman Lin,” Old Soldier Wei said in a low voice, pointing to the pair of towering bronze doors ahead. “Beyond this gate is the main trading floor of the Panlong Spirit-Stone Exchange. The Hidden Spirit-Merchant Guild controls the central counters, while five hundred independent stalls rent space along the outer cavern.”
“Good,” Lin Mo said deadpan. “I like centralized management. It makes bulk purchasing much faster.”
As Old Soldier Wei held up the Panlong Blood-Oak Token, the towering bronze doors carved with coiled water dragons ground open with a low rumble.
