Three heavy bags of Spirit Stones sat on the table. Lin Chang'an rose with a grave expression, his face stern as he looked at Liu Yanran and shouted, "Good!"
"As a deacon of the Patrol Prefecture, I hereby appoint you to patrol the street where your family's shops are located."
As Lin Chang'an's voice fell, Liu Yanran likewise shouted with a determined face, "Thank you, Brother Lin!"
The moment Lin Chang'an sat down, a troubled look suddenly appeared on his face. Yet when he looked at Liu Yanran, his eyes were full of amusement.
"Junior Sister Liu, once you leave to patrol every day and tend to the shop business, I'll be short someone to accompany me while I listen to music."
At this point, Lin Chang'an could not help shaking his head with a sigh. "When Junior Sister Liu becomes busy with her affairs, I fear you will no longer have time to drink and listen to music with me."
This time, Liu Yanran only smiled without speaking. She slowly placed another bag of Spirit Stones on the table, and Lin Chang'an immediately rose with a broad smile, his eyes brimming with approval as he looked at her.
"Junior Sister Liu, Junior Sister Liu, I haven't even taught you how to drink and listen to music, yet you've already grasped the tricks within so quickly—and learned them so fast."
Lin Chang'an laughed as he pointed at Liu Yanran. "Junior Sister Liu, you're a talent."
In a place like this, without the protection of a powerful sect or Lineage, talent alone was not enough. Cultivation required resources. If you chose to hide away, that meant being lost among the masses, falling a step behind others with every step.
Seeing through something and knowing how to make use of it were