"Ling Feng has always felt guilty about the Super God Guild," Zhao Yuting said. "While I was helping my cousin sort through the accounts, I found some interesting transactions..." She handed Bai Xiaowen a printed document.
Bai Xiaowen leafed through it, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Ling Feng made three anonymous trades with Chairman Li Beihai," Zhao Yuting continued. "Two of them involved Spirit Realm Tickets sold at a discount..."
Bai Xiaowen had an excellent memory. He soon recalled what had happened.
During his first few trips to the Spirit Realm, he had asked Li Beihai to buy Spirit Realm Tickets for him. The tickets were unusual: scarce goods with an extremely short shelf life. When you wanted one, there might be none for sale; when you didn't, a seller might suddenly appear.
Ling Feng's ticket sales had indeed helped. They hadn't saved Bai Xiaowen in a desperate hour, but they had made things considerably easier for him and the Super God Guild.
Bai Xiaowen nodded without comment. "I understand. Please tell Ling Feng he doesn't need to feel guilty toward the Super God Guild. Everyone made their own choices. The guild is doing well now."
What Ling Feng had done amounted to small favors. Measured by value, they came nowhere near making up for the resources the guild had lost when he left.
But Bai Xiaowen didn't judge people or their actions solely by profit or value. Those modest transactions showed that Ling Feng wanted to make amends. He still had a conscience and a sense of shame.
That softened Bai Xiaowen's opinion of Ling Feng a little, but no more than that.
Zhao Yuting sat awkwardly for a while longer. She felt she had so much to say, yet when she looked at Bai Xiaowen's handsome face, she couldn't