Shang Huan's Residence was utterly silent.
Old Hao hid in the shadows of a corner, wishing he could stuff himself into the wall.
Shang Huan lowered his head and stared at his shoes, as if the patterns on them were especially captivating.
Chen Mu stared fixedly at Shang Huan.
"Mo Wuzhou, huh..."
"I can explain!" the fat Shang Huan hurriedly said.
"Last time, the Six Siblings of Wushan found me and insisted on asking where the Calming Spirit Pills came from."
"I thought I'd make up some important figure to intimidate them, so..."
So I became Mo Wuzhou's trusted follower?!
"Actually, this is pretty good too. When those buying pills heard that the supply source came through Senior Brother Mo's channels, they became much more prompt with their payments."
"If we can keep up with the quantities, we might even take the opportunity to expand..."
"Shut up!"
Shang Huan immediately shrank his neck, lowered his head, and pretended to be a quail staring at his shoes.
After casually tossing twenty bottles of Calming Spirit Pills to Shang Huan, Chen Mu swiftly vanished.
He had to keep an eye on the Six Siblings of Wushan and make sure they did not cause trouble.
The Lower Courtyard Patrol was dealing with Upper Courtyard disciples?
Why was something this major, something that had nothing to do with me, getting dragged onto me?!
That damned fat Shang Huan—he really knew how to hurt people!
When Shang Huan realized he had successfully gotten through this, he could not help but relax.
He gave Old Hao in the corner a smile of relief after surviving a disaster. "They didn't slap my face this time. That really is too..."
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, his face seemed to slam into an invisible wall. His nose, eyes,