Xiao Gu's death caused a huge stir in the Alchemist Guild.
But Xiao Gu had brought it upon himself. No one blamed Jiang Chen; on the contrary, the incident made Jiang Chen famous overnight, and many people now held him in high esteem.
Jiang Chen didn't think much of it and returned to the Steward Hall.
"Halt."
"What do you want?"
Xiaoba was standing guard outside Jiang Chen's office in the hall. When he saw Yuan Sheng and his group about to rush in, he immediately shouted for them to stop.
Since Jiang Chen had rewarded him with ten million spirit crystals, Xiaoba had become even more loyal—utterly devoted, in fact.
When Yuan Sheng saw it was Xiaoba, the memory of Xiaoba taking his ten million spirit crystals was still fresh in his mind.
He forced a smile. "We'd like to see Lord Steward Jiang."
Xiaoba frowned.
'Yuan Sheng's master, Xiao Gu, just died not long ago, and now he and his group are suddenly here to see Jiang Chen.'
'It's a little strange.'
