Pushing His Luck

The following evening, Wang Chen went to New Moon Tower for the banquet.

The idea of solving the person who created the problem was certainly tempting, but it was also a choice born of necessity.

If the problem could be settled with a few Spirit Stones, Wang Chen was still willing to bleed a little.

Thus, he prepared a congratulatory gift for his new superior that evening.

One hundred Medium Spirit Stones.

He placed the hundred Medium Spirit Stones in a small Storage Bag specially meant for gifts and presented it when he met He Haoming.

This newly appointed Library Pavilion administrator did not bother concealing his greed. He accepted it without ceremony, even weighed it in his hand, and revealed a half-smiling expression. "Steward Wang, you are too courteous. Sit."

He Haoming had obviously checked the contents of the Storage Bag, yet he did not reveal the slightest hint of satisfaction.

Anyone else would inevitably have felt uneasy.

Wondering whether they had given too little.

But Wang Chen felt that he had already given plenty!

Aside from the five Library Pavilion stewards, including Wang Chen, attending this dinner, there were also several of He Haoming's clansmen and friends.

Dozens of people gathered in one hall, making it quite lively.

The atmosphere was rather good.

Yet what Wang Chen had not expected was that when He Haoming took office the next day, the very first thing he did was summon him.

"Steward Wang."

He Haoming sat imperiously in a high-backed chair, a faint smile on his face. "I heard that you used to be a constable in the Demon Suppressing Division, and that you were transferred to the Library Pavilion to recuperate only after suffering an injury on duty that damaged your Dao foundation. Is that so?"

Good lord, he