Xu Changren looked at Good Fortune Born, bewilderment written all over his face. When I was in the Blessing-Welcoming Team, you were in the Upper Mountain District. Only after I joined the Divine Fate Sect did you enter the Blessing-Welcoming Team. When did we become old friends?
Xu Changren greeted him politely. "Greetings, Lord Good."
Good Fortune Born craned his neck and tipped up his chin. "What, you've joined the Night Guard? What's your post?"
Xu Changren said, "I mainly cultivate Fate Arts. My Night Guard position is only nominal. I'm an idle storekeeper at the armory."
Hearing this, Good Fortune Born looked Xu Changren over carefully. His gaze settled on the Luck Silver-Fish Pouch at Xu Changren's waist, and his expression shifted slightly.
It belonged to Great Sir.
"A mere Ninth Rank, yet you already carry a Luck Silver-Fish Pouch. Having someone backing you certainly makes a difference. Off you go." Good Fortune Born lost interest, waved a hand, and slowly walked away.
Xu Changren watched Good Fortune Born's retreating figure and shook his head.
He entered the Night Guard armory and carefully recorded its weapons and equipment as Han Anbo had ordered.
A batch of weapons was to be discarded that day, and Han Anbo had told him to handle their disposal and burial himself.
Looking at the bundles of slightly worn but clearly usable spears, Xu Changren's gaze flickered. He drew a deep breath and slowly put them into the Luck Silver-Fish Pouch.
At dusk, he arrived at a small courtyard on the edge of town.
Twelve people had already gathered inside.
"Look what I brought..." Xu Changren entered the courtyard, suppressing the excitement in his voice.
In the distance, a black crow turned its head slightly. Its eyes flashed as it recorded everything.
From afar, the