"Your Excellency, are you from White Tiger Hall?"
The fisherman's gaze narrowed, and he hurriedly rose to bow before Jiang Yuan.
He was somewhat shocked. He had not expected them to send such an old man.
Old men were terrifying figures in the martial world.
Jiang Yuan nodded, tacitly admitting it.
"Sir, Madam has been waiting for you for a long time. This way, please!"
The fisherman gestured and led Jiang Yuan out.
The two rode toward the outskirts of the city.
The road stretched long and far. Jiang Yuan looked at the unsmiling fisherman and asked, "May I ask your esteemed name?"
"I am Wang Xing. May I ask Sir's name?"
"Jiang Yuan."
After exchanging names, neither spoke again.
After a long while...
Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Xing, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Wang Xing, how much reward money can an expert like you at the fifth level of the Meridian Opening Realm receive each month at the City Lord's Manor?"
"An expert?"
Wang Xing laughed at himself. "Sir, you jest. In this vast world, even those at the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm are less than ants."
Jiang Yuan rubbed his nose awkwardly. You could look down on yourself without blasting the whole map, couldn't you?
This old man was only at the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm himself.
Still, he knew Wang Xing was speaking the truth. This world was incomparably vast, and Yun Province was merely a barren little province. Secular dynasties stood everywhere, and most people were ordinary commoners.
"I will not mention the exact amount," Wang Xing added. "It is merely enough to keep food on the table and clothes on the back."
"Enough to keep food on the table and clothes on the back?"
Jiang Yuan could not help