"And then these merits and captures are used to sustain the cultivation of the two of us."
Lame Hong Er smiled wryly, "Mr. Fang, you can investigate. Since I joined the Guardian Hall and became a deacon, the vast majority of my merits have been obtained this way."
Fang Che's mouth twitched.
Lame Hong Er lamented, "This little secret... you still discovered it."
Looking at this guy, Fang Che didn't know what to say.
Because what he said was the truth: he always received reports about Demon Sect demons appearing somewhere, and he could even depict their appearance.
As long as he took people there, he never missed once.
Every month's merits, though not at the top of the Steward Hall, always remained above average.
Especially in the past few months, the merits have soared.
Fang Che never understood what was going on, but now he understood.
It turns out this guy and his junior disciple opened a black market store together.
