Passing the Buck

Zhao Zhongliu straightened up and looked Jiang Yuechu over from head to toe.

After a long while.

A faintly satisfied smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Good."

"Very good."

"You haven't lost any arms or legs, and you haven't disgraced the Head Office."

He pointed at a chair beside him.

"Sit."

The people nearby were green with envy at such treatment.

One had to know that during discussions in the main hall, aside from Gold Robes and several highly senior generals, everyone else had to stand while speaking.

Jiang Yuechu did not sit. Instead, she removed the Essence-Storage Pendant from her waist and presented it with both hands.

"The River-Turning Demon King has been slain. Its corpse is within."

"Lord You encountered fellow disciples on the road and remained in Henan Circuit to assist in clearing out the demon scourge, so he entrusted this item to this subordinate for delivery."

Zhao Zhongliu took the jade pendant and closed his eyes to inspect it.

The next instant.

The corner of the old man's eye twitched slightly.

He raised his head and looked at the utterly composed young woman before him.

"This demon corpse..."

"Lord You said it."

Jiang Yuechu cut in first, her tone sincere. "The journey was long, the mountains Gao and the waters far, and the weather scorching. Even with the Essence-Storage Pendant, some loss was unavoidable."

"Besides, Lord You had expended much on the journey. Taking some flesh to exchange for food was also so he could better serve the Head Office."

"This subordinate believes... it is all within reason."

"..."

Zhao Zhongliu opened his mouth.

What a fine "within reason."

Did he not know perfectly well what that fool You Wujiang was like?

Even if someone gave him ten times the courage, he would not dare