With a grand sweep of his loose dark sleeves, Shen Yu tapped his spatial ring.
Flash! Flash! Flash!
The spatial energy in the grand council hall violently ruptured.
In an instant, the thick floorboards groaned under a sudden, immense weight as hundreds of heavy, iron-bound transport crates materialized out of thin air, stacking all the way up to the high ceiling.
The sheer force of their sudden arrival sent a sharp gust of wind sweeping through the room, snapping the hanging banners and blowing out half the torches.
"Ten thousand boxes of Tier 2 Advanced Pure Flow Pills, exactly as promised," Shen Yu murmured, leaning forward as his hood shifted slightly, his golden pupils locking onto Cao Yan's trembling face.
The finance elder practically fell to his knees, his face flushed with a manic, intoxicating joy as he stared at the mountain of jade-vial crates.
"Ten thousand... we are saved! We can fulfill every single advance order!"
