In the Qicheng inn, the innkeeper kept his head down as he worked on the ledger. From time to time, he would lift his head to glance outside, then look back down to jot down a few notes, his fingers clicking against the abacus.
The errand boy swept the floor. Though he was a cultivator, his spiritual power was limited, so most of the cleaning still had to be done by hand. At the moment, he also looked rather anxious, stealing glances outside until he finally flung his rag onto the table and asked, "Boss, if this job works out, will the payoff finally be enough to push our cultivation up to the next level?"
"What's with all the impatience? See if you're even capable of handling anything big." The innkeeper scolded him, though he couldn't help a smile from creeping onto his face as he stroked his beard. "Though those few have ordinary cultivation, they must be disciples of some major sect; everything they use is exquisite. We should be able to squeeze quite a bit of profit out of them—"
Chapter 152