"A monthly salary of a thousand jin of top-grade Pearl Rice, a hundred jin of Top Grade Spiritual Stones, and the freedom to choose any Spiritual Beast from the Treasure Pavilion once a year."
"Alright, thank you, Lady," Chen Jiuge replied smoothly, as if going with the flow; he couldn't help it, the terms were too tempting.
Exile for three years, then he could return to the Palace—this might as well be the shortest exile in history.
The immense Snow Concubine Hall, encompassing ten thousand acres, under the operation of Qingming Jing, directly transformed into a Palace. Three thousand slaves, each with at least the cultivation of Divine Storage Realm, shouldered the Palace on the official road as they moved forward.
As an official, Chen Jiuge naturally also obtained a place to rest within the Palace.
"Can't the Snow Concubine Hall fly?" Chen Jiuge asked, somewhat astonished, as he looked at Zhu Ying opposite him.
