Three days later, several figures stood facing one another outside the residence on Red Cloud Mountain.
The mission required secrecy. Although Liu Yu had made quite a few "friends" in the Purple Rosy Clouds Mountains thanks to his identity as an alchemist, he had notified only a handful before leaving.
He had asked several cultivators with whom he was on good terms to look after the Jade Pill Hall while he was away.
Should anyone deliberately cause trouble over conflicting interests, these connections could help resolve it promptly.
During his year of settled life in the Purple Rosy Clouds Mountains, Liu Yu had made arrangements on every front.
With his connections to the Purple Turban Army, several friends entrusted to watch over things before his departure, and Zhuo Mengzhen personally overseeing the overall situation, matters were reasonably secure.
He need not worry about his backyard catching fire the moment he stepped out the door.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Ancient City. You can leave without worry."
"We will keep a close eye on the Jade Pill Hall. Any cultivator who wants to cause trouble will have to get past us first!"
Outside the residence's main gate, a Golden Core cultivator of the Purple Turban Army firmly cupped his hands and gave his solemn assurance.
"With your word, Fellow Daoist Wan, I can rest easy."
Liu Yu laughed heartily, cupped his hands, and spoke with sincerity.
Purple Turban Army cultivators enjoyed a five percent discount when purchasing pills from the Jade Pill Hall.
The prices of its various pills, including third-tier spirit pills, were considerably lower than market rates.
"Friendship" might be unreliable, its very existence hinging on a fleeting thought, but with mutual interests binding them, he need not worry that the other party would stand by and do nothing.
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