Evidently, this meant that Zen possessed heavenly essence in a large quantity. More importantly, he might have even known how to make the heavenly essence.
Zen nodded. "Wurth, I want to sell the heavenly essence through an auction at Blessed Auction House which I have come to realize is a win-win situation for your family. That sounds right?" Zen laid down the incentives.
Wurth expressed his agreement with a rather enthusiastic nod.
"By now you must have gotten a thorough understanding of my doubts. I fear that your family must be under great pressure if the heavenly essence is to be auctioned several more times. Can you handle that?" asked Zen. He tried to express his concerns.
Wurth took a deep and heavy sigh.
Zen was right to worry and be concerned about that.
After all nothing in this world was certain and anything could happen under any circumstance.
Even though Zhang Family was strong in terms of both their political and financial standing, it was still inferior to the top seven noble clans.
It was normal and easy for the Zhang Family to auction the heavenly essence once, because there had been other extremely lucky warriors who could get ahold of it.
However, if the Zhang Family were to auction heavenly essence every month, it would most certainly arouse suspicion and draw unnecessary attention.
And all of this would mean only one thing. Either some clients of the Zhang Family must have a large inventory of the heavenly essence or they had the very method of producing it in mass.
Once the noble clans chanced upon this significant development, they would put an enormous amount of pressure on the Zhang Family. One way or another, the Zhang Family would break under stress and confess as to how they came upon the heavenly essence.
There was a risk there, no man could deny it.
All of a sudden, Wurth chuckled and then addressed Zen, "You are getting too worked up and stressed, Zen."
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