Back at the Pingyang Prefecture Thousand-household Office, Lin Lang had Wang Wu distribute all the money among the brothers as usual.
Even Liu Zhengfeng and Deputy Thousand-household Sun, who had stayed behind, received a share.
Before long, Liu Zhengfeng came to Lin Lang's office. "Sir, I've reserved a table at the Ding Tai Restaurant to welcome you back and wash away the dust of your journey tonight."
Jia Liu, who followed him in, stared wide-eyed. Since when had Deputy Thousand-household Liu started kissing the boss's ass too?
Was he trying to compete with him and Wang Wu for the position of the boss's most loyal lackey?
Lin Lang nodded. "Sure. I'll have a couple of extra drinks tonight."
"If you're interested in the Mount Song Sect's sword techniques I brought back this time, take a look."
Of course he knew why Liu Zhengfeng was acting this way: he had killed Zuo Lengchan and wiped out the Mount Song Sect.
Liu Zhengfeng hated the Mount Song Sect and Zuo Lengchan even more than Ren Woxing did.
After all, Zuo Lengchan had wanted to kill Liu Zhengfeng's entire family.
"Thank you, sir." Liu Zhengfeng picked up the Mount Song Sect's Seventeen Fast and Slow Sword Forms and began reading it right there in the office.
Lin Lang had not only saved his entire family, but also avenged him and taught him profound martial arts. He had already sworn to himself that from now on, his life belonged to Lin Lang.
Seeing Jia Liu leave, Liu Zhengfeng closed the Mount Song Swordsmanship manual and put it back on the desk. "Sir, there's something else I need to report."
"Two days ago, I met Qu Yang of the Sun Moon Holy Cult."
"He said he was no longer an elder of the Sun Moon