When he said this, Zhang Lin actually felt rather conflicted.
In just a few short months, this old brother had won the favor of Wei Dian and the Chief Steward, and had even secured the position of Second Steward.
One had to understand that when Zhang Biao was around, he had been a head above Zhang Lin. But the two of them had both been stewards, equal in rank. Incense Master Wei had never given Zhang Biao the title of Second Steward.
It seems I'll have a hard time rising again in the future.
He felt dejected, but from the bottom of his heart, he admired this old brother.
He knew how to conduct himself and how to get things done.
With no background or backing whatsoever, he had relied purely on his hard-earned ability to deal with people and handle affairs to take the seat of Second Steward. Zhang Lin had watched everything Xie An did and felt ashamed of his own inferiority.
"The Plum Blossom Monster is still lying in wait, and the black market's situation is unstable. Let's wait a while before talking about the celebration." Xie An did not refuse. He simply adjusted the timing.
"Then it's settled."
Zhang Lin left happily.
Xie An could sense that Zhang Lin, who had always treated him as an equal, had now taken the initiative to lower his posture. There was even a hint of ingratiation in it.
Xie An returned to his room to rest and continued cultivating.
He was not in a hurry to go outside and retrieve the brocade box.
The main reason was that Xie An had just keenly noticed Wei Dian's gaze sweep across his quiver. Clearly, Wei Dian still harbored some suspicions. To avoid any hidden trouble, Xie An simply stopped going out.