"Are there any problems with the Nine Dragons Shop?"
Han Yi asked.
In his view, the Nine Dragons Shop was Fu Canghai's business. The shop's involvement in the business of magical instruments and the like was not simple, and who knew what messy situations might occur after Fu Canghai's demise.
In the face of interests, human hearts are unpredictable. If he could help, he wouldn't mind lending a hand— consider it as returning a favor.
He Fangwei shook his head, "Our ancestor passed away three years ago. The sect has largely taken care of us during these years. It's a great honor that even Master Yuan personally intervened."
"Elder Han, on behalf of the Nine Dragons Shop, I thank you."
Han Yi nodded, feeling relieved now that the Nine Dragons Shop had no difficulties.
He Fangwei suddenly had a flash of thought as if he remembered something, hesitating to speak. Seeing this, Han Yi took the initiative and said, "If there's a problem, feel free to speak."
