The Life and Death Pavilion was as dim and cold as ever.
"Oh, it's Nephew Liu, you've taken more than half a year to return this time," a middle-aged man in a gray robe said with a beaming smile as he saw Liu Ming stride in through the front door.
The ginger-yellow civet cat on his shoulder lazily glanced at Liu Ming before continuing to purr.
"Elder Jiang, you honor me," Liu Ming responded with a smile and then lifted one hand. A flash of black light appeared in his palm, revealing a blood-stained cloth pouch.
The gray-robed middle-aged man's eyes swept over the cloth pouch in his hand, and his smile grew wider. With a flick of his hand, a roll of gray light enveloped and took the pouch.
His attitude was a world away from the coldness he'd shown when Liu Ming first came.
