'Alright, Changmao, time to come out. It's time to get to work!' Shen Haoran called out in his mind. A moment later, a blurry shadow flashed by, and Changmao appeared on his shoulder.
"If I help you find treasure, what's in it for me?" Changmao asked Shen Haoran, its small eyes darting around.
"What do you want in return?"
"Hehe, how about you give me that Level Eight Source Pill!" Changmao said with a cheeky grin.
"Get lost! Dream on. Right now, you have two choices: either get to work, or... hehe!" Shen Haoran gave a sinister smile and cracked his knuckles. The sharp sound made Changmao shudder involuntarily.
"Y-You're exploiting labor!" Changmao protested indignantly.
"Yep, you're right. Got a problem with it?" Shen Haoran said threateningly.
