Wei E, the usually extremely low-profile director of the Security Bureau, was willing to share the secrets of his authority with Lin Chen.
It was clear that he sincerely wanted to cooperate.
Moreover, if spiritual salt entered the market in large quantities, it would become a competitor to holy water and would inevitably seize many consumer card creators.
It might even steal away some believers of the Church of the God of Light.
Those greedy people from the Church of the God of Light might not be able to sit still.
But Wei E had said he could help Lin Chen deal with any trouble the Church of the God of Light might cause and block the matter for him. That meant taking care of one troublesome problem.
Giving Wei E some spiritual salt was nothing.
It could even serve as a pretext to conduct business under Wei E's name.
From then on, whoever dared touch Lin Chen's salt fields would be touching the foundation of Wei E's cultivation—and picking a fight with the entire Security Bureau!
This deal was worth it!
Lin Chen naturally agreed, his tone brisk:
"No problem! Since Director Wei has spoken, this is a matter among our own people.
From now on, I'll definitely send you a special supply of the spiritual salt produced each month. The quality will absolutely be top-notch.
But..."
Lin Chen's tone suddenly shifted. The smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by unprecedented seriousness.
He stared into Wei E's eyes and asked in a low voice:
"Before we discuss how to divide these resources, we need to resolve one deadly question.
Director Wei, did you really clear this dungeon?"
509. Mount Putuo Vanishes, and Li Bai Senses the Divine Mountain!
"Lin Chen," Wei E said as he slowly set down