Unsurprisingly, 600 taels of glittering silver notes smoothly made their way into Xuanji and Yu Sifeng's bulging wallets. The Chief Constable's face was no longer gloomy like a rainy day; it shone bright and radiant like the sun in June, and his gaze upon the two was as if he were looking at living immortals.
Xuanji and his two companions were warmly kept in Lutai Town by the enthusiastic Chief Constable, who hosted celebratory banquets every day, during which they drank more than a dozen jars of Fruit Yellow wine alone. Tengshe naturally indulged in the delicious food to his heart's content, almost wishing to stay in Lutai Town indefinitely and leaving the concerns of Buzhou Mountain far behind.