Song Shoufang lifted his tea, took a light sip, then slowly set it down again.
Zhou Jin rose and cupped his fists in farewell.
Huang Zhengyang, Qi Chunyu, and Zhao Wuyou followed suit, rising to cup their fists in farewell.
Chu Zhiyuan naturally rose with them.
The group left the main hall and headed outside.
Zhao Wuyou said, "Mr. Chu, if you need anything, come find me."
He drew a card from his sleeve and solemnly handed it to Chu Zhiyuan. "No need to stand on ceremony!"
Whether just now or before, the help Chu Zhiyuan had given was well worth this card.
Chu Zhiyuan accepted the dark-green card decorated with fierce beasts and said with a smile, cupping his fists, "If I run into trouble, I will certainly impose upon you, General."
He secretly shook his head.
Song Shoufang had effectively elevated his status.
Otherwise, as a mere Heavenly Sword Sect disciple, he would never have caught the eye of a general like Zhao Wuyou.
As one of the Four Great Sects, the Heavenly Sword Sect stood above the rest, and the City Guard naturally regarded him more highly because of it.
But for a powerful, high-ranking general like Zhao Wuyou, only Sect Leader Lu Wanshan would merit his attention. It was difficult for him to take an ordinary Heavenly Sword Sect disciple seriously.
Huang Zhengyang said, "Mr. Chu, you have reached the Seventh Turn now, haven't you?"
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and nodded. "Chief Administrator Huang has sharp eyes."
His cultivation had actually been concealed by the wondrous effects of the Shadowless Divine Sword.
Yet Huang Zhengyang had seen through it at a glance, so he clearly possessed some extraordinary art as well.
It was likely something akin to the Candle Demon Eye.
"To have reached the Seventh Turn