"How is the construction of our family's marketplace coming along?"
After exchanging pleasantries with the Xia clan's matriarch and seeing her off, Wang Qingshan stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall. His hands clasped behind his back, he gazed at the overcast sky. It looked like rain was coming again—a type of weather he loathed.
"Reporting to the patriarch, the marketplace should be completed in another half a month," Wang Chongtian replied respectfully.
"I hear the Yun clan's marketplace has been getting livelier lately?"
"Yes. The Yun family has implemented a policy of waiving rent for shopkeepers for five years, which has drawn significant interest from numerous cultivation families and rogue cultivators.
Currently, the Yun family's marketplace is thriving. Many of the families and cultivators who used to frequent our Wang family's marketplace have now shifted their focus there."
