Since the founding of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the disciples had sold their pills through collaboration with other shops, and no one had dared to open shops themselves to compete with the sect directly. Even if they worked with other shops, they earned barely enough to cover their expenses.0

Even the Lesser Blade Association was restricted to selling its pills on the black market, where profits were modest at best. Opening one’s own shop was a bold—and perilous—move that few dared to attempt.0

“Are there any sect rules that forbid it?” Liu Wuxie asked with a smile. He had already anticipated that the sect would try to stop him from opening his own shop. After all, he would be at odds with the sect once he did, and he didn’t want to take that move for now.0

After all, the sect showed him kindness, especially in how Mu Yueying helped him in many ways. Fan Zhen and others had their foundation in the sect, and he wouldn’t do anything that would betray the sect or put him at odds with the sect as long as it didn’t cross his bottom line.0

“Liu Wuxie, you should know the consequences of opening your own shop,...0