Wangshu Palace.
Gu Xiangzhu walked quietly ahead, with Zhao Ci following obediently behind.
Once they reached the Practice Room, Zhao Ci asked cautiously, "Mother, please don't be angry anymore. Who was targeting you this time? I'll go deal with them. It's just too outrageous."
"Why would I be angry over two minor Pill Workshops like Xun Mo and Lingyun?"
Gu Xiangzhu shook her head, the malice in her eyes having vanished at some point. She smiled faintly. "Their orders have already been squeezed to a pathetic state by us.
We have the National Pill Golden Plaque, which will only attract more and more unaffiliated Alchemists. Each Alchemist can refine six times the amount of pills, and our Middle-Grade Qi Cultivation Pills are cheaper than their Low-Grade ones. Driving them to ruin is only a matter of time.
Today, we kindly offered to share our profits, but they refused. When they come begging to be acquired in the future, the terms won't be nearly as generous."
"Exactly!"
