"Ye Zun, this Elder Shang doesn't seem very reliable."
After leaving the Universal Trade Association's branch headquarters, the Black-Clad Cultivator gave a derisive chuckle and spoke to Ye Tianming.
"How about I kill him once we've recovered those treasures?"
Ye Tianming said, "There's no need. Venerable Wu has been dead for many years, yet he still hasn't actually begun embezzling those things. That already shows restraint. Since merchants prize profit, he should understand that working with us is more lucrative. If we rashly replace him, the Merchant Association will still provide a guarantee, but we won't know the new person's temperament or methods. They might not prove as useful as he is."
"Of course, we should also cultivate some other people within the Merchant Association to prepare for our future needs."
The Black-Clad Cultivator said, "That's generous of you, Ye Zun. I hope he treasures this opportunity and stops thinking about testing us."
Ye Tianming said, "Enough. Forget about him. Let's head to Central Province. We still have important business to attend to."
Several days later, Ye Tianming and the Black-Clad Cultivator arrived at the foot of Cloud Summit Peak.
Looking at the towering spirit peaks shrouded in mist deep within the distant mountains, Ye Tianming could not help stopping to gaze at them. A trace of something like wistfulness naturally surfaced on his face.
He had come here this time to find someone.
Someone who had been his master for many years and had once shown him great kindness.
His master, a former Demon Alliance Powerhouse-the Night King!
Setting off again, Ye Tianming strolled lightly along the winding mountain paths. His figure hovered between illusion and reality, and the Black-Clad Cultivator beside him grew hazy as well. Before long, they reached the residence atop the mountain, which his