"Senior Brother Yu, this month's stipend hasn't been distributed yet. Could you give me a few more days?" His expression looked utterly miserable, as if he couldn't be more pitiful.
Yu Wenbai walked up to him, gave him a light knock on the head, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do I, your senior brother, look like I'm here to collect debts? I'm just here to ask you for a small favor." Yu Wenbai smiled broadly.
And indeed, he was just here to ask for a small favor.
"Please, speak, Senior Brother."
His expression was truly more pitiful than if he were crying.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I know you're in charge of the inner sect assessment, and you're also the patrol inspector. I got it in my head today to revisit the inner sect selection to reminisce about the hardships of my younger years. Would you agree to that?" Yu Wenbai said with a grin.
