"Earn Spirit Stones while standing around?"
In the Song Mansion study, a man in a brocade robe asked in astonishment, "Did he really say that?"
"This lowly one would never dare deceive you, Young Master!"
Standing meekly before the brocade-robed man was none other than the stall owner next to Wang Chen. He recounted every word of his conversation with Wang Chen.
After listening, the brocade-robed man fell silent for a long while, then sighed. "It seems I truly underestimated him."
The middle-aged cultivator beside him flushed red and bowed. "This subordinate is incompetent. Please punish me, Young Master."
All the ideas had come from him, yet not a single one had succeeded.
Though they had borrowed others' hands and the Song Family had remained hidden in the shadows without getting blood on their hands, as the adviser who had devised the schemes, he could not shirk responsibility.
"Forget it."
The brocade-robed man shook his head. "This man is no creature to be trapped in a pond. It is only natural that he refuses to bow beneath another. There is no need for us to keep tangling with him. Recall all our people. Let this matter end here."
When the tide could no longer be turned, cutting one's losses in time was also a kind of wisdom.
Though young, he possessed breadth of heart.
The middle-aged cultivator secretly clenched his fists. "Yes."
Yet he was deeply unwilling to accept this. He had even wanted to meet Wang Chen in person.
To wash away the humiliation of those repeated failures.
But the Young Master's decision was not one he could challenge.
If it ended here, then it truly ended here!
Speaking of it, the Iron Hand Li Family had suffered the greatest losses in this affair.
Their reputation and substance had