Zhao Tian sat confidently before two people. His usual casualness around Mo Jian and his fellow disciples of the Dust Valley Sect was nowhere to be found.
Since taking the post of regional head of the Northern Region, he had had the chance to showcase his talent for business.
"Young master, thank you for helping our capital," Old Sheng said with an amicable smile.
He was now the new leader of the Northern Region—the governor.
When evil cultivators were running rampant in the region, he had acted first and hidden, gathering the few remaining survivors to fight back.
Many did not believe in his cause, and many willingly joined the evil sect alliance, but now…
The arrival of the Thousand Wealth Chamber changed everything.
"Old Sheng, it is nothing. This also benefits our chamber," Zhao Tian said casually, waving his hand.
His enormous fat jiggled beneath his tight robes.
"I heard the leader of the evil sect has yet to be killed," he asked, his voice turning grave.
