The strict discipline made Yang Ge's eyebrows twitch... Apart from being slightly lacking in battle formations, this level of discipline was no worse than the military's!
Meanwhile, the Dali Temple constables, watching the White Lotus Sect followers retreat like a receding tide, all let out a long sigh of relief.
Pei Jixun sheathed his sword and stepped forward, bowing with gratitude to Yang Ge, "Thank you, great hero, for your assistance. You saved both my life and the lives of my comrades..."
"Hold on a second!"
Yang Ge raised his hand to interrupt his thanks, "I've given you such a big hand, you're not thinking of sending me on my way with just a few empty words of thanks, are you?"
Pei Jixun looked at him, bewildered, "Ah?"
"What 'ah'?"
Yang Ge spread out his hand, "Money, of course. Being such a high-ranking official, you certainly must not be short on cash, right?"
