A Chat About Origins
When the door opened, the young man and woman standing amid the crowd made the Shopkeeper of Qian Shan Fang swallow unconsciously, his heart filled with unease.
Although the matter had been settled, his heart still could not help pounding.
"Shopkeeper, there is no need to be so alarmed. Have some tea first to calm yourself."
Seeing the Shopkeeper of Qian Shan Fang's reaction, Xiao Yan had already roughly guessed what had happened. He smiled faintly and pointed at the tea he had left unfinished. As wisps of steam rose, the tea in the cup returned to a slightly scalding temperature.
"Hehe... I have made a fool of myself before you all."
Although every one of his objectives had been achieved, the pressure brought by the Main Family had completely wiped away his lingering luck and secret delight.
Still, if he did not settle these matters quickly, he truly would not be at ease.
Thus, he gave a light cough before saying, "To be honest with you all, the Main Family has opened its stockpile and permitted the selection of the Spiritual Medicine needed as compensation. According to our agreement, this chance to select Spiritual Medicine, as well as its final ownership, has all been handed over to Lord Xiao Yan."
No one found this surprising. If the other party had intended to go back on his word, he would not have had the nerve to appear before them again.
"In that case, I must thank you, Shopkeeper."
"Not at all, not at all—I should be the one offering Lord Xiao Yan my deepest thanks."
The Shopkeeper of Qian Shan Fang gave an awkward laugh. Without saying more, he stepped aside to clear a path. "Without Lord Xiao Yan's Lesser Supreme Pills, I would naturally never