Facing an Ancient God for a Year

So the painting is most likely still in its original location.

During the shocking discussion of the commission, Amila’s response naturally made Fu Qian recall a dimly lit corner.

Given his series of moves, it wasn’t surprising that The Sect had taken some reactive measures. The earlier question wasn’t posed out of diligence—it was solely intended to confirm the situation at the gallery.

If the painting had been directly removed and sealed, enforcing strict closure of the gallery seemed somewhat excessive.

Ultimately, The Sect still believed the painting was utterly unremarkable.

"What about my salary?"

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Though very satisfied with this result, Fu Qian did not forget to concern himself with the mundane question.

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"If I were you, I wouldn’t worry about that."

Amila remained speechless, while the Lady of the Holy Hall coldly sneered, her tone steeped in mockery.

"Simon will stay with us. Amila and Reginald, return first. I’ll call upon you if needed."