Cen Fengyang leaned in and respectfully said, "Master, in my opinion, that cloth bag that can summon Black Sandstorm is also a good magic artifact. Please rest; I will look around and make sure to find that treasure to present to you."
After Cen Fengyang finished speaking, he turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Master, what's this..." Cen Fengyang turned his head, his face filled with respectful smiles.
"In such a hurry to leave?" Yang Xiao's expression was ambiguous, "Could it be that you don't trust me and are worried I'll kill you to keep things quiet?"
Cen Fengyang's cold sweat seeped out at having his thoughts exposed with one sentence, hurriedly defending, "No, no, Master is as good as his word, how could he trouble minor figures like us? It is our fortune to work for you, Master."
"I have another small request. When we return to the town, I hope Master can take me in and give me a future." Cen Fengyang added.