Running out of Sky Vessel Tower, Liang Qu drew countless stares.
Wei Lin's purchase of Wish-Fulfilling Long Qi had attracted no small number of curious onlookers. Though the earlier exchange of Long Qi had not been widely publicized, attentive people had still caught wind of it and lingered for half the day.
"A little dangerous."
With a turn of thought, Liang Qu changed his plans on the spot. Instead of heading home, he rode to the banks of the Jiang Huai River and, before numerous clerks, handed the empty jade box to Long Pinghe.
No words were needed.
Everything went as though it had been agreed upon beforehand.
Long Pinghe took the jade box, leapt into the water, and vanished after several flashes.
In broad daylight, there was little fear of mishaps. What he feared was traveling at night and running into knife-wielding masked men—the Grass-Flying Thief Saint.
Once it went into the water, there would be no mishaps.
The Dragon Man Clan Grounds were not to be trifled with.
Watching Liang Qu enter the Records Room of the Prefectural Office, the clerks gathered around tables in the courtyard, playing cards as they waited to get off duty, all shrank their necks and began whispering among themselves.
"Lord Liang truly has a good relationship with the Dragon Man Tribe. More than half the Dragonfolk who came to serve at the River Conservancy Office have gone under Liang Commandant's command. He even trusts them with something as important as Heaven and Earth Long Qi?"
"What do you know?" Li LiBo held a toothpick between his teeth, picking out a strand of meat caught there from dinner, his face full of disdain. "Water Bro saved the First Elder's own granddaughter last year. The two are a talented man and beautiful woman, deeply