“Of course, of course, as long as Mr. Harris thinks highly of me and considers me, Old Edward Brooks, a friend, from now on, no matter what it is, as long as Mr. Harris says the word, I’ll go through fire and water for you. If I so much as frown, I’m not worthy of the surname Chen!”

Ethan Brooks swore an oath as he spoke.

“Mr. Harris, no matter what, at least stay for one night, just one night, all right? Tomorrow, I’ll see you both off.”

David Harris gave a gentle smile, said nothing more, and walked forward.

Seeing this, Ethan Brooks was truly helpless. He immediately hurried to catch up, saying, “Then... then please wait a few minutes, Mr. Harris. I... I have to show a little token of my appreciation...”

As soon as he finished, before David Harris could reply, he rushed ahead, pushed open the heavy, ornately carved mahogany doors of the presidential suite, and quietly instructed Henry, who was waiting outside with a thick bandage wrapped around his wrist, “Quick, go get five hundred thousand in cash, bring it here right away, the sooner the better...”

It was late at night, the banks had long since closed, and five hundred thousand in cash was all the reserve funds in the safe of Qingyuan Grand Hotel. In this remote mountain town, five hundred thousand in cash could get almost anything done.

Henry didn’t dare ask why, simply agreed and dashed off.

But David Harris had no intention of waiting. Smiling, he shook hands with William Grant to say goodbye, and together with Linda King, quickly reached the parking lot of Qingyuan Grand Hotel. In the bushes beside the lot, a dark shadow flashed and lunged straight at David Harris.

“Black Qilin.”

David Harris smiled slightly and extended his arm.

The shadow leapt directly into his arms. Looking closely, it turned out to be a large cat, jet black all over, its fur sleek and shiny without a single stray hair, only its two eyes glimmering with a greenish light. In the darkness, just one look was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

The two people and the cat got into an ordinary domestic sedan with a license plate from Lingyan City, the capital of Yidong Province. Linda King started the car and skillfully maneuvered it out from among a cluster of luxury vehicles.

“Mr. Harris, wait, please wait...”

Just as the car left the parking lot, Ethan Brooks came running after them, carrying a huge combination lock case, shouting, drenched in sweat.

The car didn’t slow down at all, heading straight for the main gate.

Ethan Brooks chased a few steps, but could only stop.

They clearly didn’t want his favor, forcing him to owe a big debt of gratitude.

Extraordinary people do extraordinary things.

As the car exited the gate, two greenish glows suddenly flashed at the window. In that instant, Ethan Brooks felt his hair stand on end, exactly the same feeling as when he was being watched in the corridor of the trading hall earlier.

This eerie sensation vanished as quickly as it came. The next moment, the car turned a corner and disappeared into the night.

Ethan Brooks stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

Henry followed behind, craning his neck, eyeing the case in Seventh Master’s hand, secretly clicking his tongue.

What kind of people are these, who don’t even want five hundred thousand in cash?

But looking at the car they drove, it was really beneath their status, didn’t seem like they were big shots at all...

Of course, Henry would never dare say such things in front of Seventh Master, only wonder about it in his heart.

Qingyuan City wasn’t big, and the car soon left the city and got onto the provincial highway. This highway had just been widened and resurfaced a couple of years ago, so the road was in great condition. There were hardly any cars at night, the road was empty and the view was clear.

“Why did you help him?”

Linda King asked coolly.

Her features seemed to have changed again, becoming even more beautiful.

“Judging by his face, he’s not destined for a violent death. Besides, his ancestors accumulated great virtue, a family of good deeds, destined to be aided by benefactors.”

David Harris sat in the passenger seat, Black Qilin quietly curled up in his arms. David Harris gently stroked Black Qilin’s soft fur and spoke softly.

Linda King curled her lips slightly and said, “And you’re that benefactor? You people from Wuji Sect always have so many rules.”

No matter the time, this girl was always quiet, dreamlike, making people feel as if they were looking at flowers in the mist, not of this mortal world. But with that slight curl of her lips, she suddenly seemed more charming, her whole being more lively, and she gained a touch of “vitality.”

David Harris smiled and said, “The Wuji Sect can’t really be considered a purely martial sect, but rather an orthodox Daoist lineage. Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to Yin and Yang. Strictly speaking, Wuji is the ancestor of all Daoist schools. Before Laozi founded Daoism, the Wuji tradition already existed. That’s also the biggest difference between the Wuji Sect and your Qimiao Palace.”

Linda King gave a cold “hmph,” apparently not wanting to continue the discussion. Her lightly pursed red lips formed a perfect little arc, making her look a bit stubborn.

The entanglement between the Wuji Sect and Qimiao Palace had lasted for hundreds, even thousands of years. Every generation of Qimiao Palace Masters had the same greatest goal: to defeat the Wuji Sect and trample those insufferably proud men of Wuji underfoot. What frustrated Linda King the most was that, for a thousand years, it seemed that no Qimiao Palace Master had ever accomplished this feat. In the end, they could only pass this ultimate dream on as a solemn legacy to the next generation.

The Wuji Sect was simply too absurdly powerful.