Huang Shanyu had already thought of a solution: let Su Hao work as an alchemy apprentice at the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, doing hard labor to repay the debt.
Once Lin Zhi Shan returned, he wouldn't have to fear being blamed. There would be plenty of suitable excuses.
"Debts have their debtors. Do I look like I have to repay Lin Zhi Shan's debt for him?"
As Su Hao spoke, he deliberately let a trace of spiritual power ripple outward.
The aura formed by that ripple left even Huang Shanyu trembling with fear. He hadn't even noticed what Su Hao had said.
He stood there dumbfounded. "You..."
How could Su Hao possibly possess such strength? Had he been possessed by someone in the secret realm?
The disciples standing guard at the entrance exchanged glances.
Su Hao walked toward the inner room. "Old Huang, Old Huang, you already changed faces quickly enough the last time we met. Now you're even trying to make trouble for me. With you acting like this, can the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's business last?"
Huang Shanyu forced an ugly smile. "Doing business in the Golden Light Sect's outer sect is simply like this. Most disciples don't live long. I'm only a minor shopkeeper, and I have to read the higher-ups' expressions, so I can't help being a little opportunistic."
"Enough. What the hell is this three hundred spirit stones?
"If Lin Zhi Shan had come, after deducting the losses from refining pills, how could the remaining spirit herbs be worth three hundred spirit stones?
"Of course, none of that concerns me. This is an account between you and Lin Zhi Shan. If you have the ability, go ask him for it."
Su Hao casually sat down in the seat of honor.
With the strength of Qi Refining Level