Capital City, Capital University, President's Office.
Watching Shen Wanshan pack his things in bags big and small, Zhuge Xiang felt a headache coming on.
To be exact, his forehead was aching terribly.
He was already regretting his promise to Ye Xiao to no longer let the Six Fan Gates interfere in his affairs.
Upon further consideration, he didn't think he had the advantage that day. Instead, it seemed more like Ye Xiao had used the leftovers from those ancient martial arts sects to silence him.
In the end, he had even gone so far as to present himself eagerly, voluntarily asking Ye Xiao to make demands...
Actually, the resources in the hands of those ancient martial arts sects weren't really that abundant. Compared to Ye Xiao's business of selling poison, antidotes, and then making money from the entry fees of the spiritual medicine seeds, they were just a drop in the bucket.
