「The next afternoon.」
Old Zhao stood respectfully outside the door.
Chen Qing pushed the door open and walked out, having changed into a brand-new, deep-cyan Steward's Martial Attire.
"Steward, I have finished the preliminary processing of the Iron Armor Turtle's materials."
Old Zhao bowed respectfully. "The turtle meat was also distributed as you instructed. Everyone is grateful for your kindness, Steward. This is the list of processed materials and my estimated value."
He handed over a neatly written list.
Chen Qing took it and glanced over the contents: Turtle Shell, Bone Spikes, Sharp Claws, and three vials of Essence Blood from its heart. Excluding the meat, the estimated value was around ten thousand silver taels.
This was just a preliminary estimate. If they found a desperate buyer or one who knew its true worth, the price could be even higher.
"You've worked hard."
