Soaring Progress, Surging Efficiency!

In the VIP room.

Jiang Ning had just drunk half a cup of tea.

The manager from earlier pushed open the door and walked in.

Behind him came two striking eighteen-year-old maids, each carrying a tray.

"Marquis!" The manager bowed to Jiang Ning.

"Greetings, Marquis!" The two maids behind him bowed in unison.

"Are the things ready?" Jiang Ning set down his tea and rose at once.

The manager immediately understood what Jiang Ning meant.

Jiang Ning did not want to spend any more time here.

He nodded. "I've brought everything."

He waved a hand, and the maids placed their trays on the table before Jiang Ning.

"Please take a look, Marquis," the manager said.

He whisked the red cloths off the trays, revealing nine small white porcelain bottles arranged across them.

Their shape was almost identical to the one Ji Minghao had given him before.

"Please inspect them, Marquis," Manager Liu said.

Jiang Ning picked up a bottle and removed its stopper.

Mist swirled inside. Dragon-shaped clouds churned within it, and when he opened the bottle, a clear dragon's cry rang out.

"That's right." Jiang Ning nodded and replaced the stopper.

Then he swept a hand over the trays, and every bottle of Dragon Hibernation Spirit Liquid vanished into his possession.

"Marquis, let me see you out!" Seeing Jiang Ning head straight for the door, the manager hurried after him.

The National Preceptor's Residence.

"Your Highness! I'll knock." The black-clad sword-bearing guard beside Ji Minghao stepped forward.

Ji Minghao nodded.

The guard approached the door.

Just as his knuckles were about to touch the vermilion lacquer, his hand stopped.

"Eighth Prince!" Jiang Ning's clear voice sounded behind them.

Ji Minghao turned in surprise and saw Jiang Ning in a python-embroidered robe.

"Marquis Dongling!" he greeted him with a