Meeting an Old Friend

"Just luck. Nothing worth mentioning."

"On the other hand, Miss Qi, you seem stronger than before?"

Bai Yu smiled, his gaze sweeping over Qi Yan. Beside her, Qi Sinian wore an expression full of amusement, as though he were watching a good show.

After all, this fellow, who had been so lavishly praised by that group of old men, had now voluntarily entered Droughtfiend Soul City. He wondered what expression the Royal Court would wear when they learned that an eighth-grade Great Apothecary had come here.

"I heard you entered Droughtfiend Spirit City, so I hurried over. Although this cousin of mine serves as the steward here, he is still somewhat out of his depth when faced with a scene like this."

"Since you chose to help the Royal Court resolve this great plague, I assume you have your own plans. So I will not ask too many questions. But rest assured—this time, the Myriad Treasures Sect will openly stand at your side."

"We only hope that the Feather Spirit Dynasty's business can spare the Myriad Treasures Sect a share. With the Myriad Treasures Sect's transport capacity, we can make the Feather Spirit Dynasty's goods famous in the shortest possible time!"

"A win-win arrangement like this—I trust Fellow Daoist Bai will not refuse?"

Qi Yan blinked and got straight to the point. If the Myriad Treasures Sect wanted to gain a firm foothold in the Eastern Saint Domain, especially as an offshoot branch that had descended from nowhere, it needed a stable source of resources to rely on. Bai Yu and the power behind him were precisely what she had set her sights on.

Since they were doing business, there was no point in hiding things up one's sleeve. Laying everything out in the open was his greatest sincerity.

Hearing