Before leaving, Lin Shuguang noticed a scattering of incense ash on the table. He remembered very clearly that when his soul had been wavering in the void, this Sandalwood Incense had brought him back.
He pinched up a little and examined it briefly, but could not determine what it was made from. Taking a small bag, he collected the incense ash and kept it on him, then headed to the pavilion where Luo Qiuyi had arranged to meet him.
Seeing Lin Shuguang again after several months, Luo Qiuyi's eyes lit up. She teased him with a smile, "Little brother, you've gotten quite a bit sturdier lately."
She reached out as though to give him a squeeze, but Lin Shuguang waved her hand aside. "Let's talk business. Stop fooling around."
Luo Qiuyi froze, speechless. In all these years, no one had ever dared speak to her like that. Finding it amusing, she said nothing more, turned back to her seat, and personally poured a cup of tea before handing it to Lin Shuguang.
Lin Shuguang accepted it silently and set it on the table in front of him, showing no intention of drinking.
Luo Qiuyi rolled her eyes at him. "It's not poisoned."
She still remembered their first dealings, when this young man had guarded against her so carefully that he had not dared touch a single drop of water.
And now he was still acting the same way.
"What, you still don't trust your big sister?"
Lin Shuguang gave her a calm glance. "I'll drink when I'm thirsty."
Luo Qiuyi chuckled softly, leaving it unclear whether she believed his excuse.
She moistened her throat with a sip, then grew serious, displaying the commanding presence of the chief steward of the Ancient Coin Merchant Association's Demon Capital branch.
"Our Ancient Coin