My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

What surprised Wang Zijia the most was not this, but the fact that when Wang Zijia persuaded him to join the Hidden Faction, it didn’t take much effort, and he agreed readily. However, when he was asked to give up his wealth, he contemplated quitting on the spot.

Because of this, Wang Zijia spent a good seven minutes lecturing him, until he appeared somewhat dazed and finally compromised.

Furthermore, Wang Zijia clearly sensed that the man had only reluctantly given in.

Then, when Wang Zijia casually promised him a chance at promotion, his spirit revived as he asked, "Martial Uncle, are you serious?"

"Well, considering your current precarious situation, do you think I need to deceive you?" replied Wang Zijia indifferently. "Not to mention promising you a chance for a Spiritual Object, as long as you perform well, I can even assure you a position as Sacrificial Wine."

"Qi Xiuyong of the Shadow salutes Martial Uncle, henceforth, I will honor and obey you!" muttered Qi Xiuyong, mustering strength to prostrate himself all over again.

Wang Zijia, finding this surprising, gave him an extra look. Seeing this, Liu Chengyu, who was standing by their side, looked at Qi Xiuyong’s with a somewhat profound gaze, a hint of cold flickering in his eyes.

"That’s enough, the Hidden Faction doesn’t care much for formalities, everything depends on tasks and contributions." With that, Wang Zijia walked away.

Liu Chengyu immediately followed.

Watching the two leave, Qi Xiuyong surprisingly revealed a silly smile. He seemed happy?

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