Holding the Blood-Boiling Pill, Zhou Chen chatted with Nan Zhiyi a little longer.
He did not really have much to say. He merely reminded Nan Zhiyi and her family to be more careful lately, since the Outer City was in such turmoil.
Nan Zhiyi nodded in agreement, then brought up the massacre of the Jiang Household the night before. Finally, she sighed. "Our Nan Household is doing just fine looking after this herbal medicine business. We don't have any ambitions to expand, anyway. My father said there's no point fighting back and forth. A little more silver won't make us rich, and a little less won't hurt."
Zhou Chen nodded. Her thoughts coincided with his own.
Amid the chaos, meeting movement with stillness might be the better choice, just as the Zheng Family Martial Arts Hall had yet to join any faction.
Although Zhou Chen did not know Master Zheng's intentions, he felt he could not go wrong following his judgment. After all, a Third-Rank Martial Artist's vision ultimately reached farther than his own.
After a little more idle conversation, Zhou Chen rose and took his leave.
He had barely left when a beautiful woman dressed in white brighter than snow walked in through the door.
Unlike Nan Zhiyi's clever, endearing air, she carried a rather haughty aloofness in her expression.
She was none other than Bai Liuli, the young lady of the Bai Household, which had recently been enjoying the limelight.
"Zhiyi, what's made you so happy?"
Bai Liuli walked up to the counter and asked casually.
Nan Zhiyi answered with a grin, "Brother Zhou just came by. He even reminded me to be careful lately."
"What's there to be happy about?" Bai Liuli shook her head helplessly and said bluntly, "Honestly, you're far too timid. When it's time