Spiritual Imprints Must Not Be Left Lightly

Soda Kiln, Qingrong Silk Shop.

Duan Shuqun arrived at the shop, more than half of which had burned down, and waited for the accountant to calculate the losses.

Yue Changyou, the Big Support of the silk shop, stepped forward to accept blame. "Master Duan, I was useless. Beat or punish me as you see fit."

Yue Changyou was a fifth-level Martial Cultivator. Seeing him covered in wounds, Duan Shuqun knew he had fought for his life.

"Changyou, are you sure Ma Wu did this?"

Yue Changyou gritted his teeth. "Master Duan, I'll stake my life before you. Ma Wu sent people to do this.

I knew several of them! If I've spoken even half a false word, you can take this life of mine right now!"

Duan Shuqun frowned slightly and narrowed his eyes.

Yue Changyou said, "Master Duan, give me some more men, and I'll go settle scores with them right now. If I don't pick up this grudge, I won't be able to swallow another bite of rice!"

Duan Shuqun shook his head. "Changyou, don't rush. Wait for word from the boss."

The accountant finished calculating the losses, and Duan Shuqun immediately reported to He Jiaqing. "The silk and cloth were basically all burned. There's only a little leftover stock in the warehouse, and it won't fetch much even if sold. This shop has been wiped clean."

He Jiaqing gave only one reply. "I know about this."

Duan Shuqun added, "Jiaqing, two of our factories were smashed too. I'm afraid the Soda Kiln business can't continue."

"Tell the brothers to keep steady and not act rashly." He Jiaqing cut off contact. He was on Ma Wu's new land right now, and it was inconvenient to say too much.

"Tell the brothers to keep calm and not act rashly."