Liang Hui looked at the box pushed in front of him, filled with silver, and his mouth curled into a smile.
He glanced back at the sunset.
He reached out, and took a slightly larger piece of silver.
"Leave the rest here, I'll come back for it later," he said.
As his words fell,
he turned around!
He walked towards the door, with no other expression on his face besides the smile at the corner of his mouth.
After Liang Hui had left,
the burly old man stepped out from the back courtyard with a face full of shame, sighing:
"The reputation of Hidden Fire Shop is sure to be ruined in my hands."
"Master, a bit of reputation is nothing compared to the position in the Tao offered by Young Master Lu," said the apprentice.
"After all, our younger generation can't be blacksmiths for their whole lives."
The apprentice grabbed the silver taels from the wooden box, letting them slide from his palm onto the counter.
