Dang Xiangjun studied Zhang Deming seriously for a long moment before finally saying, "Alright, I'll shoulder this. I hope you're not setting me up."
A look of delight appeared on Zhang Deming's face. "Martial Uncle, you can rest assured," he said. "But I only guarantee this specific copy. If you make any mistakes while transcribing it, that's not on me."
Dang Xiangjun nodded. "You can rest assured on that point. While I don't call all the shots in the Sect, at least no one these days would dare make me a scapegoat."
Zhang Deming smiled. "Then I thank you, Martial Uncle."
Dang Xiangjun asked, "Is your reward just these two things?"
Zhang Deming nodded. "Yes, just these two. Once they're taken care of, I'll just be fulfilling my assignment regarding the Wu Earth Secret Realm and will follow the Sect's standard procedures."
Dang Xiangjun nodded. "Fine. Don't worry about the shop; you can do as you please. I'll give the necessary orders when I return.
