The Eastern Depot.
Cao Zhengchun looked at Lin Lang, his eyes full of admiration. "Lin Lang, you've rendered a great service this time. Although Jin Jiuling escaped and the Prince of Pingnan is displeased with you, those flaws don't obscure your brilliance."
"His Majesty has rewarded you with plenty of valuables again. Remember the boundless imperial grace."
Lin Lang said, "You must have put in a good word for me before His Majesty, Director. Your subordinate is endlessly grateful."
Cao Zhengchun was even more pleased with Lin Lang. He was capable, yet didn't grow arrogant over his achievements.
Although his martial arts couldn't compare with Flying Eagle's and the others', he could indeed handle matters on his own.
"You've risen through the ranks so quickly that many people are jealous, but none of them compare to you. Render another service, and I guarantee you'll become an Associate Commander of the Jinyiwei. That Commander's seat will certainly be yours in the future, too."
"Tell me what you want. I must reward you handsomely as well."
Do I need your guarantee for that? I can climb the ranks myself, Lin Lang thought.
The question is, how far away is this future you're talking about?
After you kill Zhu Wushi and become the Nine-Thousand-Year Lord?
"Thank you, Director. I hear the Eastern Depot has collected many supreme martial arts. May I take a look?"
Cao Zhengchun frowned slightly. "Lin Lang, how is your practice of the Heavenly Dipper Child Skill I taught you coming along?"
"In martial arts, learning more isn't necessarily better. Dabbling in everything is inferior to mastering one thing."
He had attained his present strength through painstaking practice of the Heavenly Dipper Child Skill, enabling him to command the Eastern Depot, recruit so many capable subordinates, and wield power over