Later that day, Wen Yang paid Cheng Yu another visit.
As soon as he sat down, Wen Yang gave a bitter smile and said,
"Brother Yun, you really kept me in the dark."
Having spent years in business, Cheng Yu could hardly miss the reproach in Wen Yang's words.
He chose not to explain. They were all adults; no one cared about your difficulties, only their own interests. Besides, he had broken his word first, so Cheng Yu simply apologized.
"That was indeed improper of me. But please rest assured, Lay Buddhist Wen. I haven't handed everything over to Lord Liang."
With a wave of Cheng Yu's hand, several Ritual Vessels stripped of the Demon-Worshipping Cult's markings appeared before Wen Yang.
"Please take a look, Lay Buddhist Wen. Do these still hold the same value?"
Wen Yang picked up the vessels, examined them without the Demon-Worshipping Cult's distinctive markings, and nodded slightly.
"They aren't worth as much as the one you first showed me, Brother Yun, but they're still of the finest quality."
Cheng Yu smiled.
"I was in the wrong this time. If you're still willing to make a trip to the Demon Race's territory, we'll split the proceeds thirty-seventy, with seventy percent going to you."
Cheng Yu had looked into the fees for using Teleportation Arrays. Honestly, they were not very expensive. Traveling from Azure Sky City to the prefectural capital of Baiyue Prefecture, then from there to the Eastern Continent, would have required only two payments.
Unfortunately, Baiyue Prefecture was now under martial law. Reaching Fuzhou City by Teleportation Array would take at least a dozen transfers, causing the cost to skyrocket beyond what an ordinary person could afford. At a time like this, the Demon Suppression Bureau's Specially Assigned Identity Token let Cheng Yu use the