Jiang Xiaobai took a slight look upward at the young man before him. Despite his youthful appearance, about in his twenties, he had a distinct maturity about him that gave off the impression that he was the one truly in charge of the Golden Pavilion.
This caused Jiang Xiaobai to rethink his earlier assumptions, seeming that a conversation with this gentleman might indeed be worthwhile.
"Apologies for keeping you waiting, this is our Qian family's eldest son, Qian Mu," Qian Dabao announced respectfully.
Jiang Xiaobai simply nodded without uttering a word, placing more than fifty Bottled Clarity Pills on the table that he had casually crafted in the past few days.
Upon seeing so many Bottled Clarity Pills being produced at once, Qian Mu's eyes nearly bulged out of his face. However, this was only for a fleeting moment, as he quickly regained his composure.
"Your reputation is well-deserved, Mr. Iron Face!" Qian Mu complimented, not insincerely.
