Zhao Tai, upon hearing Zhao Shouren's words, instantly felt there was some truth in them and said, "That's true, he only has two hands, let him take what he wants, he won't be able to carry away much."
Then he laughed, looked at Zhao Shouren, and said, "Father, you're the shrewd one, taking so many apprentices over there and directly emptying out the warehouse of the Jiangbei Martial Arts Association. Even if that kid takes some stuff, we definitely won't be at a loss."
Zhao Shouren nodded, gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, saying, "He's just a twenty-something-year-old kid, how much experience can he have? The older ginger is the spicier!"
Elsewhere.
Lu Chuan arrived at the warehouse of the Tiannan Martial Arts Association.
Seeing the dazzling array of herbs, rare materials, elixir pills, gemstones, and other items inside, Lu Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up.