The next day, snow fell thick and fast.
In front of the Wang Mansion on Four Directions Street, a figure emerged, stepping out into the snow.
Chen Qing cupped his fist slightly. "Young Master Wang, there's no need to see me out."
Wang Zhi returned the gesture with a smile. "Rest assured, Brother Chen."
Chen Qing turned, and his figure vanished into the wind and snow as he headed straight for Wang's Cloth Shop.
A nearby servant boy leaned in and muttered, "Young Master, that Uncle Chen... he just had a cup of tea and left?"
"Don't ask so many questions."
Wang Zhi's gaze followed the distant figure, and he shook his head gently. "Just do your job. There's no need to speak of what happened today."
Some things were best left unsaid, a tacit understanding between them.
The Wang Family's foundations were still shallow. To receive a "house call and a word of advice" from a Transmutation Force master was an immense stroke of luck.
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