"I shouldn't have been so stingy with resources back then. I should have hired a True Immortal expert to escort the goods. If a True Immortal expert had been stationed there, nothing would have happened to this shipment."
"If my lord finds out I made such a huge mistake, he'll definitely be disappointed in me."
Bao Zhi deeply regretted her mistake, which had plunged River Pavilion into trouble.
"There's no need to blame yourself. If the money is gone, earn it again. Life is so long—this was only one mistake."
A man's voice sounded behind the two women.
Bao Zhi and Yue Liuying abruptly turned around.
A mature man dressed in black robes patterned with dragons, with broad shoulders, appeared before their eyes.
"Stinky little brother!"
"My lord!"
Seeing Jiang Ping An, delight appeared on both women's faces, though they were even more astonished.
Neither of them had expected Jiang Ping An to show up.
They had not noticed at all when he had entered.
After her initial joy, Bao Zhi lowered her head guiltily. "I'm sorry, my lord. I..."
"No need to apologize. This was money you earned in the first place. Don't feel guilty."
Jiang Ping An patted her fragrant shoulder to comfort her.
He took out several dozen Storage Rings and handed them to Bao Zhi. "Not long ago, I killed over a hundred Demon Race experts and seized some resources. It's enough for River Pavilion to rise again."
"My lord..."
Bao Zhi's eyes reddened with emotion. Her lord had always silently supported her from behind, always trusted her, and had never forced or blamed her.
This time, they had lost resources substantial enough to tempt even Profound Immortals, yet her lord still was not angry.
Yue Liuying rose from her stool and walked up to Jiang