After entering the River Pavilion, Jiang Ping An sent out two Avatars.
One Avatar took Duan Xuan to sell the Immortal Ship.
The other Avatar resumed his usual identity and went to the top floor of the River Pavilion.
The top floor belonged to the River Pavilion's manager. No one else could enter without his or Bao Zhi's permission.
"My lord!"
When Bao Zhi saw Jiang Ping An return, she rushed toward him in excitement.
"My lord, you... you're incredible!"
Bao Zhi was so excited she hardly knew what to say.
She had heard from Yue Liuying that Jiang Ping An had killed a True Immortal in just two moves. It felt like listening to a legend.
She had already given up hope of recovering the shipment. A True Immortal had stolen it, after all. Without four or five True Immortals, there was no way to get it back quickly.
Yet Jiang Ping An had killed that True Immortal by himself and recovered the goods.
Such fighting power had no equal before or since. No one would believe it if she told them.
Bao Zhi's admiration for Jiang Ping An had sunk deep into her bones. In her eyes, no man was more formidable than her lord.
Now that the goods were back, the Auction House could be held on schedule. The River Pavilion's reputation would remain intact, and its business could carry on.
Jiang Ping An said, "I also got hold of a Profound Immortal Level Immortal Ship. We can sell it as the final lot and raise the River Pavilion's profile even further."
"A Profound Immortal Level Immortal Ship?"
Yue Liuying sprang up from her chair, her ample chest swaying sharply as she stared at Jiang Ping An in disbelief.
"You got a Profound Immortal Level Immortal Ship