"Go ahead and say it. Jing Yuan was going to retire sooner or later anyway." Yan Huan was quite optimistic.
Yan Qing grew a little anxious when he heard that.
"Retirement is one thing, but it would be bad if all those rumors disturbed his peace of mind."
"But now isn't the time to discuss this."
Yan Qing looked toward the distant harbor.
"Once the Sky-Hitting General and the Candle Abyss General have said their farewells to General Jing Yuan, they'll come here."
"With all of you Express Guests here as well, I feel much more at ease."
"After we see them off, I'll see you off separately."
"See us off? There's no need for that." March 7th folded her arms and said smugly,
"We can come whenever we want. Who knows, maybe we'll be back tomorrow?"
"Exactly." Yan Huan nodded. "The Divination Department still hasn't settled my pay as a judge and mentor."
"You're trying to chase us off so soon. Are you planning to welch on the deal?"
"Uh... about that." Yan Qing scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"The Divination Department definitely won't welch on the deal, but Mr. Yan Huan, you've welched quite a few times yourself."
"But it's nothing serious. I, Yan Qing, guarantee with my reputation that the stolen funds... I mean, the payment will definitely be transferred to your account."
"All right, all right, stop talking about money all day!" March 7th pulled Yan Huan aside.
"Someone who didn't know better would think the Express Crew didn't give us spending money."
"Did they?" Yan Huan spread his hands. "How come I've never received any?"
"That's because you mocked Uncle Yang and Sister Himeko for giving too little, saying it was less than what you made yourself, so they never gave you any again!" March 7th