"Fellow Daoist Lü, the three of us will be taking over the affairs of the Workshop Market. You're free to step down and return."
"Then I'll leave it in your capable hands," Lü Zhong said, his expression serene.
After quickly completing the handover, he said his goodbyes and left.
The moment he stepped outside, he couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face.
'Finally got that hot potato off my hands!'
He glanced back at the miniature Mountain Shaking Ship. A contingent of Changchun Valley disciples streamed out, numbering at least a thousand. Crates of Storage Bags were also being unloaded, likely filled with valuable items.
'Such a grand display. Looks like there's more to Flowing Water Cave than meets the eye. Nothing ever happened there before, but the one time something strange occurs, I'm the one who stumbles right into it.' Thinking this, Lü Zhong cursed his bad luck.
'When I get back, I need to take a bath with pomelo leaves to wash away this bad juju.'
