The smiling tiger in front of me is still blaming myself!

The leader of the Sect, who was in a cold sweat, didn't know what to say, and he was stammering and couldn't speak.

When Zhang Bohan saw his reaction, he nodded in his heart. It seemed that the sound of drums did not require heavy hammers. It was naturally the best that the leader of the Hengyang Sect could know the severity of the matter.

He smiled heartily and said, "Brother Guanshan, don't get me wrong. I also know that Jia'er is at the critical moment, but now he is really short of people. I will call the son back to Qitianling after a while."

Liu Guanshan also knew that the length of time for this "after some time" depends on his performance. He could only express his gratitude and said, "The younger generation can only thank Senior Shang Ying for his son! What do you have to tell me? Even if I am exhausted this time, I will do whatever I want."

"Hahaha, Brother Guanshan, what do you do with silence? I am not those evil cultivators!" As the immortal Shang Ying turned to the tone, the whole hall suddenly went from early summer in May to late winter in the twelfth lunar month.

"Yes, yes, yes, younger generation, I said the wrong thing." The leader of the Sect Liu stuttered this time.

This Zhang Bohan is indeed an expert in the sect. His expression changes as soon as he says. He asked with a kind look: "How dare Brother Guanshan do the next step?"

"This..." Liu Guanshan came to ask for advice rather than offer advice on this trip, and this question stumped him.

He just received a message from the Jingnan Grain Association Cheng Jia and his third son. The group of unreliable merchants in Tiantong Gate were indeed unreliable. This salt transaction seemed to be a loss to both the wife and the soldiers.
Chapter completed!