Seeing Chen Ping freeze for a moment, Qian Duoduo chuckled and poured him a cup of tea.
"It's just us, master and disciple, in this office. Did you expect me to speak in riddles?"
"Besides, even if I didn't tell you so bluntly, couldn't a brat like you figure out what this event was for after asking around a little?"
Qian Duoduo leaned back comfortably in his office chair and said casually, "You've already taken me as your master, so stop worrying about whether you're taking too much or too little. Take what you want."
"The allowance the academy gives you shouldn't be too low anyway, so just take what catches your eye."
"If you fancy a soul bone, take it. If you fancy some equipment, take that. If there are any restricted, classified, or even top-secret rare metals, bring some of those back while you're at it."
"I don't carry much weight with Elder Lin, the master of the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. Whenever the pavilion gets its hands on any top-grade rare metals, they're always miserly about allocating them to the Soul Tool Department. You understand what I mean, right?"
At this, Qian Duoduo waggled his eyebrows at Chen Ping, leaving him unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Just then, the Communication Soul Tool Qian Duoduo had left on his desk rang.
"Hm? That Huo brat is back? Damn it, I thought he'd died out there."
"He's in your office, right? All right, all right, I'll be right over. Don't be so quick to chew him out, Fan Yu. Find out what happened first."
After putting down the Communication Soul Tool, Qian Duoduo hurried out of the office, leaving Chen Ping alone.
Judging by what Qian Duoduo and Fan Yu had revealed during their conversation, Chen Ping felt his