Perhaps the latter conversation with the family is more challenging.
Or maybe the matter of the Soul-Stabilizing Incense is too significant.
Continue to wait patiently, there might be a turning point.
And sure enough, half a month later, Diwu Feng met with Qi Chuan in a familiar dining house.
At the table filled with delicious food and wine, Diwu Feng apologetically said to Qi Chuan, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, Qi Chuan Tributor."
"It's alright." Qi Chuan waved his hand.
In fact, Qi Chuan was not yet a tributor of the Diwu Clan, as it was the interim period between contracts, but Diwu Feng still addressed him as such.
The waiting time and the form of address were secondary; the key was what news Diwu Feng was bringing.
Diwu Feng took a sip of wine, barely concealing his slight excitement, and said to Qi Chuan, "Qi Chuan Tributor, there's been progress regarding your Soul-Stabilizing Incense."
