Xie Zongyuan rolled up his sleeves, took out a piece of Cloud Sand, and pushed it in front of Zhang Yan, saying, "Brother Zhang, mission accomplished."
Zhang Yan clasped his hands lightly in a gesture of thanks and replied, "Thank you for the trouble, Brother Xie." He picked up the Cloud Sand, glanced at it casually, and then stowed it into his sleeve.
His demeanor was calm and composed, as if this item was of no significance to him at all.
Then, he casually took out five porcelain bottles and placed them on the desk, saying, "These are Soul Calming Pills, personally refined by my esteemed master. I entrust Brother Xie to pass them on to a few senior brothers."
Xie Zongyuan's eyes lit up with joy. "With these elixir pills, we fear no entanglement with Yin Demons."
But Zhang Yan replied, "Yin Demons are easy to repel, but malicious people are hard to guard against. I am certain this journey will not be smooth sailing. What does Brother Xie think?"
