Near dawn, Xiao Feng and Sun Shijie finally returned to the courtyard.
The Sun Family's ancestral treasure had been successfully transported to the foot of the mountain.
Xiao Feng instructed the semi-trailer and driver to stand by on-site and ordered the Martial Monks to take turns keeping watch in pairs.
After all, such a vast fortune would tempt even good people; it's just not feasible without someone keeping guard.
Qian Dajiang offered to provide manpower for free to help watch over the goods on the truck, but Xiao Feng politely declined.
It wasn't that he distrusted the others' character, but that too many people could easily lead to unforeseen events; two Martial Monks watching over two drivers and the cargo were just enough.
Gazing at Sun Shijie, who had been staring at the invoice with his head down the whole way, Xiao Feng called out: "Come on, stop looking. That's just the price you pay for high-tech nowadays.
