Azure Province City was still waiting to be rebuilt; everywhere, a fresh vitality could be felt.
Inside the Demon Suppressing Division's temporary offices, Qin Wuya pushed a storage pouch toward Lu Shaoyou.
"Brother Lu, this is your first annual stipend as a guest official of the Demon Suppressing Division, along with some top-grade healing pills. You expended a great deal this time, so these will come in handy."
"From now on, you can use your guest official token to collect it from any Demon Suppressing Division branch within Great Gan."
Lu Shaoyou weighed the storage pouch in his hand. With a sweep of his divine sense, he found neatly arranged gold notes and a pile of bottles and jars inside, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He did not stand on ceremony and tucked it straight into his robes, though his mouth said, "Lord Qin, now you're being too formal. We martial artists slay demons and eliminate evil for the country and its people. That is our duty. Talking about money hurts the feelings."
The corner of Qin Wuya's mouth twitched.
He recalled how, not long ago, someone had clearly and meticulously calculated mental distress fees and lost-work compensation before the Qian Emperor.
I believe you? Believe that ghost!
He composed himself and said solemnly, "Brother Lu, now that matters in Azure Province are settled, where do you plan to go? If you have nowhere in mind, why not return to Qianjing with me? His Majesty thinks highly of you."
Go to Qianjing?
Lu Shaoyou thought of the Qian Emperor's imposing face, as well as that vast dragon aura which pressed down upon heaven and earth.
He shook his head.
Going to a place like that, beneath the Son of Heaven's feet, meant too many rules and eyes everywhere. Even