Hangzhou, the Lingyin Temple Judgment Hall.
The door to a conference room opened, and Mo Xie and Tang Zhong walked out side by side, both wearing faint smiles.
"Hahaha, Little Evil, I'll be counting on your help with this."
Tang Zhong patted Mo Xie on the shoulder, his eyes full of cheer. He looked a few years younger.
"Heh, Uncle, there's no need to be so polite with me. Family should help each other, shouldn't we? Besides, I'm the one who stands to gain more from this partnership."
A smile tugged at Mo Xie's lips. Of everything he and Tang Zhong had discussed about expanding into West Ridge, his Evil Heaven Pavilion would undoubtedly gain the most.
The resources they could obtain from West Ridge after the expansion were one thing. Simply partnering with the Lingyin Temple Judgment Hall and forging close ties with Hangzhou already put them in an excellent position.
The Evil Heaven Pavilion's development had been impressive—rapid, even. Several prominent families had helped, but it also needed the support of an official organization.
Tang Zhong paused, then his smile grew wider. He looked at Mo Xie with an odd warmth in his eyes.
"Right... right. We're family. I won't stand on ceremony with you."
Mo Xie felt that the way Tang Zhong said "family" sounded a little strange, but he wasn't wrong. Mo Xie was Sister Tang Yue's boyfriend, after all. They could indeed be called family.
"Well, I still have things to take care of. Yueyue has the day off, doesn't she? Go spend some time with her."
"Sure. Take care, Uncle."
Mo Xie watched Tang Zhong leave, then headed toward the exit of the Judgment Hall. Just then, an excited voice called out.
"Brother Xie!"
Following the voice, he saw a young man waving and