Now, Cheng Zongyang wasn't sure whether to call it profitable or not.
After all, he didn't know the average income of a Cultivator, and bringing up averages was just bull anyway.
But the fact that Zhao Yonglong had stuck with raising them for so long meant it was better than an ordinary business—more stable.
This meant Zhao Yonglong could only scrape together enough Spirit Stones to support his own basic Cultivation. In his fifties and only at the Qi Cultivation Third Level, the end of his road was already in sight.
"I have 634 One-Horned Iron Bulls here, basically all between three thousand and thirty-three hundred pounds. If you want to take them all, I'll arrange to have them weighed for you right away."
Zhao Yonglong's voice pulled Cheng Zongyang back from his thoughts.
Cheng Zongyang nodded. "All right. Go ahead and weigh them. Tally up the total, and I'll arrange for the Spirit Stones."
Zhao Yonglong smiled. "Excellent. Wait here."
