The old man known as Uncle Wang promptly sprang into action at those words and led Yang Chen away.
Watching Yang Chen be taken away and even assigned such a fine room, Zhou Tang and Lin Zhuifeng wore rather awkward smiles. Even Zhang He's smile was filled with bitterness.
It was not that he did not want to be happy. It was just that after spending so long getting by in this Profound Dao Sect branch, he had not even managed to exchange many words with Mo Suxue. Yet Yang Chen, whom he had picked up for no clear reason, had somehow landed such a cushy position for no clear reason.
From the looks of it, these two tasks could only be completed by Yang Chen. In Mo Suxue's heart, Yang Chen was one of a kind; they were worlds apart from him.
Yet he soon found some consolation when Mo Suxue calmly said, "Zhang He, come with me. I will not borrow Yang Chen from you for nothing. Whatever conditions you have, feel free to name them. As for you two, Zhou Tang, Uncle Li, give them the spirit stones."
After giving only a few brief instructions, Mo Suxue left with Zhang He.
Zhang He was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. Only he himself knew that he had gotten Yang Chen for free; he had merely used some of the lowest-grade medicinal soup. And now? He could even trade him for good things.
As for Zhou Tang and Lin Zhuifeng, neither of them could smile at all.
Compared to Zhang He, what did their little pile of spirit stones amount to?
"This is your compensation. Three thousand top-grade spirit stones each. You can leave now, can't you?" Uncle Li said irritably, waving his hand directly.
Zhou Tang and Lin