The Commission of Long Cheng

Sorry, a phone interview just ate up over half an hour. This is today's fifth chapter!

Chapter five update—Pighead's working hard, isn't he?

At the Sand Sheep Tavern, the owner, Sand Sheep, stood trembling at the door to the tavern's only private room.

The small private room reeked of wine and meat. Lin Qi was lazily tearing at a beef rib dusted heavily with cumin and chili powder, then slathered in a secret sauce. Lin Qi alone had just wiped out half a roasted ox; this beef rib was merely a little after-meal snack.

Like birds of a feather, Long Cheng and Alda sat across from Lin Qi with their arms around each other's shoulders, chuckling and jabbering about who knew what. But judging by their strange expressions and the glint of drool at the corners of their mouths, they were certainly discussing topics that would greatly promote the commercial development of the Blood Qin Empire and provide immense impetus to its service industry.

Xiong Wanjin sat in the corner with a dark face, carefully slicing off strips of roast lamb with a dagger and feeding them to Donkey.

Donkey lay on the floor like a lord, his four hooves in the air. Every so often, he opened his mouth and swallowed a strip of succulent roast lamb, contentedly swishing his tail and ears—yet wisely making not the slightest sound. A donkey that ate meat was already frightening enough. A donkey that could talk... Donkey had no desire to be hunted across the entire Blood Qin Empire by its experts.

Just as the Western Continent had a Church that liked burning demons at the stake, the Eastern Continent also had a pack of idle busybodies with nothing better to do. Their cultivation was profound and their hidden influence immense,