He leaned forward, placing both hands on the stone table of the Pavilion's council ring, taking back the ore.
The Sky Pavilion Sect Leader studied Mark with a gaze that had seen centuries.
Then he smiled faintly with a nod.
"Very well. You have your permit. You may sell within our territories. No restrictions. But," he said, raising a single finger, "you are also under our protection now. And our laws. However, I need you to submit to us the clean records of your sale. What did you sell to whom, and for how much… Is that acceptable?"
Mark replied. "Then, I ask the Sky Sect pavilion to be the middleman. My plan is to open a firearm store across all territories of the Sky Sect Pavilion, where your branches are located. You can directly take the orders from the customers and record them in your accounts, then relay those orders to me through the store I open here at this main branch. This way, we both get what we want."
The moment felt quiet, but it had shifted the mountain.
