On the Shang Continent, the manager of Thousand Mountain Workshop was still run off his feet, busy preparing the Spirit Medicine, Supreme Spirit Liquid, and many other items needed for the transaction. He was practically working without his feet ever touching the ground.
It was rare for the Main Family to hand such an important matter over to him with full authority. How could he allow the slightest carelessness?
If anything went wrong, no matter how one looked at it, he would be the one who suffered.
After living for these several hundred years, he had come to understand that a person's lifespan was limited, and opportunities were even harder to come by. A connection and opportunity like this might be the only one he would ever encounter in his life.
If he failed to seize this chance and gamble on it, was he really supposed to spend his whole life as nothing more than a manager under someone's door?
Though he had not been born into a prestigious family and could not compare with those powerful tyrants who dominated their own regions, he still had some ambition. He would never calmly and willingly accept such an ending.
But before he could finish his preparations, a servant from the Main Family summoned him again, leaving him completely baffled.
Could it be that he wanted to confirm the current progress?
As a trace of doubt rose in his heart, the manager of Thousand Mountain Workshop did not dare show the slightest neglect. He followed the servant to meet the Main Family.
It was still that familiar Old Place, and the Main Family's aura still made it somewhat hard to breathe. But perhaps because he had met the Main Family alone many more times recently, the manager of Thousand Mountain Workshop had