Du Yu had never expected Cowherd to have such resolve. According to the legends, he was just an ordinary boy who tended cattle, but now he really did seem like a mob boss.
"Although I don't like owing people favors..." Du Yu said, "I'm not one to belabor things, either. If you don't want the money, I'll take it back. But if you ever need my help, just say the word. I may owe you thirty thousand Spirit Stones, but what I repay you will be worth far more than that."
Cowherd smiled and said, "You're quite a bit like Sister Meng."
The older brother, who was having his wounds bandaged, couldn't help feeling grateful to Du Yu. Several times, he tried to stand, only for the nurse dressing his wounds to push him back down.
Noticing something amiss, Du Yu turned around and said, "Stop moving around. Why can't you sit still?"
"I'm truly ashamed..." The older brother gave a bitter smile. "I just wanted to properly thank my benefactor. You didn't just save my life-you gave me a way to keep living..."
"What are you talking about?" Du Yu asked. "Is 'staying alive' really that difficult? From now on, the Legend Management Bureau will back you up. The person at the very top above you could scare off a Great Luo Golden Immortal with their name alone."
"Huh?" The older brother froze, unsure whether Du Yu was exaggerating. It was just an ordinary management bureau. No matter how powerful the person at the top was, how powerful could they possibly be? Scaring off a Great Luo Golden Immortal with a name alone was far too outrageous. Could it be the Queen Mother of the West?
Just then, the younger brother, who had been lying on the other bed,