Volume Two: Naked Primitive Accumulation of Capital - Torch Dragon Lamp (Part One)

"Heh, heh, heh..." Xin Yezi's laughter always rang out at just the right moment. Luo Qian had been reduced to a refugee whose clothes barely covered him, while the Thundercloud Fire Leopard's black fur had turned even blacker—charred black.

"Master, save me!" Luo Qian cried miserably, reaching toward Xin Yezi. Xin Yezi smiled and waved away the cloud formation, secretly laughing to himself. For Zhao Xihe's sake, he could not make trouble for Luo Qian, but he had already worked for this junior several times and resented it. Now that the brat had delivered himself to Xin Yezi's doorstep, Xin Yezi had deliberately waited before coming out, letting the Firebird Cloud Nest give the pair a thorough roasting.

"Why, isn't this Little Luo? A great shopkeeper and a busy man like you—what brings you to my backwater September Isle?" Xin Yezi asked with "humility." Luo Qian's mind was on his mid-grade Divine Artifact. He had no time to quibble, and hurriedly bowed. "Senior, Master, could we speak somewhere private?"

Xin Yezi paused. What was the brat being so mysterious about? He knew Luo Qian's background: a First-Rank Immortal who had somehow ingratiated himself with Zhao Xihe. If not for Zhao Xihe, why would a renowned master craftsman of the Immortal Realm have anything to do with a First-Rank Immortal, much less let him order him around?

What secret could he possibly have? Xin Yezi would not say he looked down on Luo Qian from the bottom of his heart, but he was somewhat arrogant. Besides, as one of the Immortal Realm's nine great master craftsmen, what had he not seen? Without his permission, not even a bird could fly across September Isle. What was there to worry about?

Even so, for old Zhao Xihe's sake, Xin Yezi led Luo Qian