Qiu Weicheng smacked his lips and said with a smile, "Yes, Great Leader Chen. That's several hundred taels' worth of gold leaves. Even I can't help feeling envious when I hear about it."
Chen Fengxiao gave a cold snort. "Gold leaves may look pleasing enough, but what use are they in the Incense-Passing Cult? Even if all those several hundred taels of gold leaves were given to you, would you be able to sleep at night?"
"Well..." Qiu Weicheng did not know how to answer, yet he was still unwilling to let it go. "That really is hard to say. If I didn't know, then so be it, but now that I do know and still can't get a share of the pie, it leaves a knot in my heart. Doesn't Great Leader Chen want to make a little profit too?"
Chen Fengxiao waved a hand. "They're all brothers from the Grass Division. How could I bring myself to lay a hand on them? Let's first see what news comes from the Pill-Refining Hall. Besides, we need to see what this fellow's martial arts are like."
"Oh? It seems Great Leader Chen doesn't quite believe him either."
"Believe him? As if." Chen Fengxiao curled his lip. "He's only a youngster of ten-odd years, and he isn't from any renowned great sect either. Who knows Hui Chun Valley better than I do? Even that bastard Nie might not be a match for me now. How could he possibly be my match? I can only hold off two Cheng Shis at most, yet he claims he can handle three. Heh heh, he's bragging so hard he isn't afraid of knocking his teeth loose."
"Great Leader is wise."
"Still, even if he can handle two Cheng Shis, he would count as a notable