'We need to strike where it hurts,' Ruolan calculated coldly, her sharp mind rapidly deconstructing the logistical battlefield.
'High purity means absolutely nothing if the production and shipping costs are fundamentally unsustainable. Even with a foreign clan's massive wealth backing them, transporting heavy raw materials across provinces through the jagged mountain passes under a foreign flag is a logistical nightmare. They are burning a fortune just to keep those carriages moving to Crimson Iron City.'
Stepping out from behind the decorative silk screen, her sudden movement drew the immediate attention of the panicked, bickering council.
The elegant, premium fabric of her robes swished with an aggressive grace as she stepped fully into the light, her voice ringing out with a chilling, absolute clarity that instantly silenced the room.
"Do not lower the prices yet!" Ruolan commanded sharply, her piercing gaze locking directly onto the trembling Head Alchemist.
