Upon entering the room, he found himself in an airtight chamber with a single candle burning, filling the room with the scent of pine resin as the maid softly closed the door.
"Which faction's intelligence does the guest wish to acquire?"
The stocky manager behind the desk stood up and cupped his hands together, asking.
Jiang Ding placed his hand on his sword hilt and sat down, speaking softly, "I want information on the Jindao School and some major intelligence from Jianghu."
"All of the information about the Jindao School? Or just certain individuals?"
"All of it."
"Which level of intelligence does the guest require?"
The stocky manager asked, then further explained, "Intelligence is classified into four grades: heavenly, earthly, mysterious, and yellow. Heavenly-grade intelligence can be exchanged for century-old medicines and precious materials, while intelligence below that level can be paid for with silver."
"Precious materials?"
