"Younger Brother Bai, you're already here! There was no need to bring gifts!"
Yang Fangyu greeted Bai Yuan warmly.
He glanced at the Divine Mansion Sect disciple standing behind Bai Yuan, whose hands were full of things.
"They're just some trinkets."
Bai Yuan smiled faintly.
Whether Yang Fangyu accepted the gifts was one thing; whether he brought them was another.
It was merely a gesture to show his sincerity in befriending him.
"My good brother, this way please."
He laughed heartily and pulled Bai Yuan into the Yang Mansion courtyard.
As they walked, he said, "Brother Bai, I owe you for the other day. I heard a Prefect in Qingzhou was dismissed on the spot because he failed to catch the culprits who attacked the grain convoy within the time limit."
A Prefect was no minor official. For a proper fifth-rank high-ranking local official to be dismissed just like that showed how seriously the Court was taking the matter of grain transport.
