Song Shoufang picked up the tea, took a sip, and placed it down slowly.
Zhou Jin stood up, clasped his fist, and bid farewell.
Huang Zhengyang, Qi Chunyu, and Zhao Wuyou followed suit, clasping their fists to bid farewell.
Chu Zhiyuan naturally rose as well.
Everyone walked out of the hall.
Zhao Wuyou said, "Mr. Chu, if you need anything, feel free to come to me."
He took out a note from his sleeve and solemnly handed it to Chu Zhiyuan, "No need for courtesy!"
Regardless of earlier or before, the help Chu Zhiyuan provided was worth this note.
Chu Zhiyuan took the dark green note painted with a fierce beast, clasped his fist, and smiled, "If there's trouble, I will surely trouble the General."
He secretly shook his head.
It could be said he was elevated by Song Shoufang.
Otherwise, an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he would not catch the eye of the General.
