Ma Rusong had just left when Yang Mountain hurriedly entered the Steward's Tower. "Steward Lin, the Thousand Fangs Atlas is here. It contains detailed information about the Marsh Python Liao Race."
This Yang Mountain is quite efficient!
Lin Xuankong took the atlas and looked at Yang Mountain. "Everyone seems apprehensive about this task. What are your thoughts?"
Yang Mountain decisively cupped his hands and said, "Disciple has been consuming the Yin Talisman Sect's medicinal herbs and receiving the monthly wage. Especially since Steward Lin allowed me to manage the dining hall and inns, which have brought considerable profit. Having received so many benefits, I must exert some effort!"
"Aren't you afraid of dying in battle?" Lin Xuankong asked.