So it was sect experts who had arranged a fight.
The Cao Gang Master immediately sighed with relief. A barely perceptible trace of anger flashed in his eyes as he cupped his hands politely.
"Everyone, I am Wu Chengquan, a Cao Gang Master. Three days is too long. Many of our passengers and shipments need to reach the Capital on schedule.
"Could you do us a favor and let us through first?"
The sect disciples on the speedboat snorted at his words and turned away, ignoring him.
Wu Chengquan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger.
"Master, the owners of some of the cargo aren't easy to deal with. If we miss the deadline, I'm afraid we'll have to pay a huge sum..."
A Cao Gang disciple spoke quietly.
Wu Chengquan's eyes shifted, and he suddenly smiled.
"Young prodigies of the sects, may I ask whether those two elders reported their arranged duel on the Tianyuan River to the nearest Iron Clothes Department office?
"I heard that over the past year, the Iron Clothes Department issued a decree prohibiting sect experts from casually sparring in public places."
Did I issue a decree like that? Oh, Master probably did it. Although I'm the Iron Clothes Department Master, when it comes down to it, I'm just responsible for showing my face in public.
Master is the real Department Master.
Yang Ling nodded thoughtfully.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The sect disciples on the speedboat leaped onto the deck one after another, as light as swallows.
One particularly handsome young man looked at Wu Chengquan and smiled.
"The Iron Clothes Department? An office with neither proper standing nor legitimacy actually thinks it can boss around first-rate sects like ours?
"You're a Cao Gang Master, aren't you? How can you be so naive?
"Even the