Three days later, Wang Chen visited the Mo Family again.
Since his father had only just recovered from a serious illness, Mo Han had been staying home. When he saw Wang Chen coming to his door of his own accord, he was overjoyed and hurriedly welcomed him inside, even intending to summon the rest of the household to receive him.
The last time Wang Chen had come and gone in a hurry, leaving him no chance to properly entertain him. Mo Han had felt terribly embarrassed about it.
However, Wang Chen stopped Mo Han from making such a big fuss and got straight to the point. "Fellow Daoist Mo, I came today because I have something I'd like to ask your help with."
Mo Han perked up. "Please, Fellow Daoist, speak. So long as it is within my power, I will never refuse!"
The debt of gratitude he owed Wang Chen was simply too great.
Even paying for it with his life would not have been too much.
Naturally, Wang Chen had not come for Mo Han's life. He wanted to borrow Mo Han's—or rather, the Mo Family's—power to handle a matter.
After hearing Wang Chen's request, Mo Han answered without hesitation, "No problem. It can be settled today!"
That very day, a shop belonging to the Mo Family, along with its workshop and a large residence with three courtyards from front to back, were transferred into Wang Chen's name. Their signboards were also replaced.
The Mo Family additionally assigned a group of guards, servants, and maids for Wang Chen's use.
Mo Han was a manager of Taiwu Pavilion. Though he did not have much say within the Azure Cloud Alliance, handling a few matters in Taiwu City was easy enough. With the Mo Family's influence added in, Wang Chen's