Five days later.
In the dense forest where the Wood Spirit Guards were traded.
"Gongsun Sheng is really bold. He actually bought out all the materials for Spirit Drawing Paste?!" Mo Wuzhou said with a look of amazement.
"Would he really be willing to hand such a profitable exclusive business over to me?" Mo Wuzhou looked skeptical.
"How would we dare compete with the Lower Courtyard for money?" Shang Huan said with a broad smile.
There was no choice but to give it up.
That sudden attack last time still haunted him.
Luckily, their boss had been capable. Otherwise, he would have died that very night!
"If you don't dare, do you think I dare?" Mo Wuzhou rolled his eyes.
Only because he had taken a good master had he avoided being assigned to the Hunting Group. Otherwise, how could he be peacefully cultivating on the mountain like this?
"I can help you contact the Affairs Office."
"Many thanks, Senior Brother Mo." Shang Huan smiled pleasantly. "Once it's done, there will certainly be a generous reward."
"Did you never intend to let me have this business in the first place?" Mo Wuzhou glared at Shang Huan. "You just wanted me to be the middleman?"
"You're overthinking it, Senior Brother Mo." Shang Huan grinned.
Mo Wuzhou rolled his eyes. "Just wait."
Three days later.
Dense forest outside the Fourth Pioneer Camp of Yiyou District.
"Mr. Gongsun, everything has been handed over to the Affairs Office." Shang Huan respectfully presented Chen Mu with a Mustard Seed Talisman.
Beneath the mask, a smile appeared on Chen Mu's still somewhat swollen face.
"You set aside your share, right?" Chen Mu asked as he accepted it.
"We did!" Shang Huan's eyes were full of excitement.
The past two months had been difficult and dangerous,