"Master Ling, this is the reward collected from the Demon Suppression Division, plus the batch of miscellaneous goods we dealt with recently. Altogether, it comes to one hundred thousand taels in banknotes."
In the courtyard, Zhang Mu pulled a thick stack of banknotes from his robes and respectfully presented them to Ling Yun.
Ling Yun casually accepted the notes. Looking at Zhang Mu before him, he felt quite satisfied.
The reason he had taken this fellow in back then was because he had valued his ability to get things done.
Now, it seemed Zhang Mu had indeed not disappointed him.
Anything he assigned was generally completed quickly, saving him quite a bit of trouble.
The only regret was that Zhang Mu's strength was somewhat lacking. Though he had recently broken through to Comprehending Intent, he was still ultimately unfit to be seen on the grand stage.
With Ling Yun around, there was no need to fear those people stirring up any storms.
But if they wanted to hold the fort in Cloud City, they needed at least Divine Passage-level strength.
At that thought, Ling Yun lifted his teacup and took a light sip, casually asking about Zhang Mu's cultivation progress.
Zhang Mu scratched his head at that, looking somewhat embarrassed.
His aptitude was not particularly high. Especially after breaking through to Comprehending Intent, he had clearly begun to feel the limits of his own talent.
No matter how hard he cultivated, the growth of his cultivation was as slow as an ant crawling.
He had taken no shortage of various pills, but the results were still far from satisfactory.
Especially lately, as the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Gang had grown increasingly powerful, there were more and more affairs to handle.
As a result, the time he could spend cultivating had