"Excellent!"
Yang Wanli and his two companions, talking and laughing, soon made their way to the second floor. Zhao Wenliang and his men scrambled to greet them, bowing as they ushered the group into a room.
Hu Dachun's legs still felt weak. He found the old man from before, the one with the glowing green eyes, absolutely terrifying. 'It was like he wasn't even human.'
Back in his room, Hu Dachun couldn't stop his mind from racing. He was so overcome with anxiety that he fell ill, developing a high fever and lying in bed moaning incessantly.
About an hour later, Pei Xue, Yang Wanli, and Pei Zhi left the Mountain and Sea Station. Zhao Wenliang and his two men respectfully walked them a good distance away.
The various matters concerning the tribute had been settled, and Zhao Wenliang's group had even discussed the watch trade at length with Pei Zhi.
