Fatty Qi first lavished praise upon her in the message, describing her as a miracle-working Bodhisattva rarely seen in Heaven and even rarer in the Mortal World, before he respectfully inquired how long the epidemic would last. Being a merchant, he was naturally adept at calculations; if the plague was nearing its end, it would soon be a time for the revival of all trades. Fatty Qi San intended to seize the moment to sweep in and buy low—whether it be shops or supplies, he could snatch up great deals.
Of course, this situation was like the stock market; if you time the bottom poorly, you end up descending into hell with everyone else, and only then do you realize that there are eighteen levels of hell...
About this, Ning Xiaoxian could only wryly smile. She was no Daluo Golden Immortal with the power of foreknowledge, nor did she know if the quest to capture the Plague Demon would be successful. Therefore, she had yet to reply to the letter.
