I misjudged...
Hu Ma did not underestimate Old Mr. Sun, and even had a somewhat intentional desire to befriend him, but initially thought of him as just a martial artist who occasionally went through Entering the Mansion.
But now, seeing this man's boldness in handling affairs, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was amiss.
The family had so many merchant caravans that a little ghost could deliver a message to bring so much grain to the mine. Moreover, just one word from him could even shift the salt and iron talismanic armor—something strictly forbidden for Martial Artists to touch. What kind of existence was this?
The court had always been very strict about the regulation of salt and iron armor. Even in this Chaotic World, it was something ordinary people couldn't afford to meddle with. Those who could dabble in it were said to roll in wealth, with fortunes beyond number, and that might even be an understatement.
