After leaving the Infirmary Pavilion, Chen Yan headed straight to the Sect's Treasury with determined steps.
Old Elder Shen, head of the Treasury, irascible and eccentric as he was, had no reason to turn down a visit from a talented senior disciple.
After all, this generation of disciples was about to leave the sect for a long, long time. Perhaps Chen Yan, that crafty boy, was bringing him a parting gift?
His hopes were dashed when he saw Chen Yan's empty hands as he entered his resting chamber.
Face sour, the Elder said, "Little Yan, it seems you've forgotten your manners. No gift, no greetings, not even a salute?"
Chen Yan ignored the disapproving words, took his seat, and got straight down to business.
"I have a proposition for you, Elder. It could bring you immense benefits if you play your part well."
Elder Shen's scowl vanished. Leaning forward, he said with a hint of anticipation, "What kind of benefits?"
