In the afternoon, Qin Yang strolled leisurely to work as usual. Even though he'd struck it rich, he still had to clock in.
After all, Array Dao and Alchemy were money-sucking beasts, true bottomless pits.
Although there were plenty of materials in his Star Ring, if he really started using them up, they'd probably be completely gone before long.
'To be on the safe side, I'd better keep my job to avoid going broke.'
Qin Yang shook his head. After walking into the library, he immediately released his Spiritual Power, blanketing the interior and carefully listening to every sound.
The hubbub of chattering voices rose, carrying all sorts of gossip.
The disappearance of Huyan Sword hadn't caused much of a stir. The citizens of Jianghai City seemed to have already forgotten his existence.
After all, his master was dead, and he had lost face.
