"Thank you!"
After counting the desolate stones accurately, Mo Wangchen stood up, cupped his hands, and prepared to leave.
Mu Ling and the two housekeepers did not stop him; instead, they made way for him.
"Young Pavilion Master, this person's origins are mysterious, to be able to produce such divine water..."
Watching Mo Wangchen's figure finally disappear at the entrance of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, Zhang Ling couldn't help but speak.
However, before he could finish his words, Mu Ling shook her head, interrupting him, "Our Hundred Treasures Pavilion respects the privacy of our guests; our transactions are based on integrity."
"The Young Pavilion Master is right; I was foolish," Zhang Ling quickly said.
"Recently, the situation in the Eastern Desolate has been turbulent, anything can happen during chaotic times, it's rumored that the Southern Domain's Chaotic God Tomb will open soon, but whether it's good or bad, I don't know," Mu Ling whispered.
