Pang Jiu smiled. "It was nothing, Master Chen. No need to be so formal."
Ultimately, Pang Jiu led Chen Qing to a heavily guarded stone hall beside the training grounds.
Pang Qinhai was seated in the hall's main seat, and the wide desk before him was piled high with Jade Boxes, property deeds, silver notes, and Treasure Medicines—a dazzling, astonishing collection of confiscated wealth.
"Lord Captain, Master Chen is here," Pang Jiu reported with a bow.
Pang Qinhai gestured to an empty chair. "Sit."
Chen Qing sat down as instructed.
Pang Qinhai's gaze drifted outside the hall. "Ghouls and demons, wallowing in their own filth. They thought they could blot out the sky with a single hand, but they never knew the law is a furnace that will ultimately incinerate all wickedness."
Chen Qing cupped his fist. "Your Lordship is truly perceptive."
Pang Qinhai's gaze returned to Chen Qing's face. He got straight to the point. "You've had all night. Have you thought it over?"
