"A treasure, a treasure!!"
Lin Ding dusted off his backside and directed his subordinates to repair the damage. He did not ask Xiao Yan to cover the losses, instead pestering him with a fawning expression. "Young friend, could you let me look at that dark, ink-colored staff again? Even just a glance."
"No." Xiao Yan put the staff away, blocking his view. "It doesn't want to. I won't force it."
"Alas..."
As though he had lost his soul, Lin Ding slumped back onto his reclining chair and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Let's go. I told you he was eccentric. Especially when he comes across a rare weapon, he always pesters its owner to let him play with it." Cao Ying pulled Xiao Yan away by the arm.
No one was foolish enough to demand compensation or find fault with them.
A single glance from Cao Ying had the Cao Family members here smooth the matter over.
Even so, several gazes still drifted toward Xiao Yan from time to time.
Clearly, the Cao Family was not the only presence here. Elders from the Dan, Qiu, and Bai Three Families were also present, and even Pill Tower Elders stood guard. Seeing the Cao Family's enchantress "vouching" for him, they did not make things difficult, though they all took note.
"Report this matter to the three lords of the Pill Tower..."
An old man in blue robes embroidered with cloud patterns stroked his beard, narrowing his eyes as he watched Xiao Yan disappear onto the second floor. He whispered a few words to an attendant under him. Watching Xiao Yan, he seemed to recall a major incident that had occurred in the Northern Region recently. If this really was that person, everything today made sense. They must not let the flood wash