After Zhu Yongning finished off Lu Jin and the four shop assistants, he returned to the small courtyard in the outer city to report.
"You've done well. From today onwards, the two of you will be guest elders of the Lingyun Trading Company. As for the remuneration…"
Han Zhao's deep voice came from the room.
"Our lives were saved by Master. It's our honor to be able to work for Master. We don't dare to ask for compensation," Zhu Yongning said respectfully.
"Creak!" The door was blown open by a force, revealing the scene inside.
Han Zhao stood in the middle of the room. A silver three-legged pill furnace floated in the air and kept spinning under the heat of true qi. As he controlled the output of true qi, wisps of faint fragrance spread out.