"One Heaven-Mending Pill a day?! Is that really true?" The old man was shocked, and he even looked worried that I might be trying to deceive him.
I brought out a basinful of Heaven-Mending Pills and waved it in front of him before putting it away again. "Do you believe me now? But I can't give them to you right away. From the moment you started earlier, you haven't followed the rules. If I give you the Heaven-Mending Pills first, you might not honor your end of the bargain. So I'll calculate the number of pills according to the number of days and give them all to you later."
"Hmph. Just watching your household gets me so many Heaven-Mending Pills? Don't tell me your household is an eyesore?" The old man looked suspicious.
"It naturally wouldn't be easy for anyone else to guard, but if it's you, I believe that even the City Lord of Sky City would be helpless against you, wouldn't he?" I gave a sly chuckle.
The old man thought for a moment, then clapped his hands. "All right... No, wait. Tell me about your household first. If you provoke the City Lord of Sky City, I don't want to end up offending someone for you."
"Hehe, don't worry. I merely have a treasure pavilion in Sky City—the new master of the Heaven Pavilion, to be precise. I just need to leave for a while, and to prevent my competitors from causing trouble, I naturally need to find a temporary guest minister to watch the place. If you're willing, we can sign a blood contract right now. If not, you can just pat your butt and leave," I said.
"The new master of the Heaven Pavilion? I've heard about that. Qin Ping was harmed by a villain,