The next day.
Inside a two-story Western-style house that Zhao Xuanqi was renting.
"Thank Boss Yan for his kindness on my behalf."
Zhao Xuanqi accepted the Rare Beast Materials, Medicinal Materials, and a small, jade-like porcelain bottle of Wound Medicine delivered by the old steward, Heng.
This time, Zhao Xuanqi did not refuse Yan Shuntao's gesture of goodwill. To do so again would have been too impersonal and caused both parties to lose face.
"You are too kind. We will take our leave now."
Seeing that his men had moved all the goods into the house, Heng gave Zhao Xuanqi a slight bow, then turned and departed with his people.
After watching Yan Shuntao's men leave, Zhao Xuanqi returned to the house. He inspected the delivered Medicinal Materials and Rare Beast Materials to confirm everything was correct, then picked up the small, jade-like porcelain bottle.
He opened the bottle and found it contained a pale golden liquid that gave off a faint, fresh fragrance.
