Within a luxurious courtyard of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Carved beams and painted rafters, winding streams and floating wine cups—the air was thick with the mingled fragrance of premium sandalwood, wine, and delicacies.
Ning Huafeng—Ning Fengzhi's second uncle and the general manager of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's commercial operations—sat around a jade round table with five or six middle-aged men.
Present were the heads of several apothecaries and herb-gathering groups that had abruptly torn up their letters of intent with the Ye Clan a few days ago and instead thrown their lot in with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
A middle-aged apothecary manager surnamed Wang set down his wine cup. Unable to conceal the worry on his face, he looked toward Ning Huafeng at the head of the table and cautiously asked,
"Second Master Ning, I heard that Hall Master Xiao Yin of Lingxiao Hall may be young, but his methods and strength are unfathomable. They even have a Title Douluo stationed in their hall. We've embarrassed the Ye Clan like this—will we invite retaliation?"
The moment those words were spoken, the table fell silent.
The other managers also stopped what they were doing and exchanged glances. Clearly, they harbored the same doubts.
When Ye Qingyi had first approached them to discuss cooperation, news of Lingxiao Hall had not yet spread.
They had originally valued the Ye Clan's strength and readily agreed, only for Ning Huafeng to somehow obtain the news and come to negotiate with them as well.
Ning Huafeng's offer had originally been lower than Ye Qingyi's, but faced with the immense power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they had no choice but to cling to the larger thigh.
Yet only a few days later, the personnel list suddenly released by