Supreme Elder Qin?
Lin Fanhai’s soul trembled, he could hardly believe his eyes.
He had been an old disciple of the Green Cloud Sect for decades now.
How could he not recognize his own Supreme Elder?
He immediately shivered, hurriedly stepped forward to bow and welcome, but was stopped by Qin Wangchuan with a subtle glance.
Lin Fanhai, being a Deacon, naturally understood how to read expressions and gestures.
He quickly halted his movement.
However, he became somewhat flustered.
His heart pounded wildly.
Each year, only one elder would come here to verify the mining accounts.
Other than that, it was rare for any significant individuals from the sect to arrive.
Why did a revered figure suddenly appear?
“Deacon Lin, what’s wrong?” Jiang Fan asked, puzzled.
How could he, while leading the way, suddenly stand still like a wooden statue?
Lin Fanhai fixed his gaze.
He found Jiang Fan holding Qin Wangchuan’s hand, seemingly unaware of Qin Wangchuan’s frightening identity.
He suddenly realized that Supreme Elder Qin was intentionally testing this young disciple.
This made him regard Jiang Fan with respect, looking up to him ten times more than before.
Because the Supreme Elders only inspected someone they favored.
The Supreme Elders had not concerned themselves with worldly matters for many years.
For someone to warrant their personal inspection, could he be ordinary?
Suddenly.
He noticed a few of the outpost’s disciples, boasting to each other about the materials received from Jiang Fan.
A chill ran down his spine in fear!
Accepting bribes in front of a Supreme Elder?
Had they grown tired of living?
He swiftly rushed over, snatching the materials from their hands, and rebuked them sternly:
“Who told you to accept Junior Brother Jiang’s items?”
“How have I usually taught you?”
The few disciples were dumbfounded.
But you never taught us that before?
And, when Junior Brother Jiang gave them earlier, you said nothing?
Why the sudden rage?
Lin Fanhai, holding a pile of materials, sheepishly smiled as he handed them back to Jiang Fan, saying:
“Please forgive them, Junior Brother Jiang. They’ve been in this impoverished place for too long and haven’t seen good things.”
“Take them back, I cannot accept them.”
Jiang Fan was also confused.
What was Lin Fanhai up to?
Why had he suddenly changed?
However, having given a gift, how could he take it back?
“Deacon Lin, no need for formalities, it’s just a small token, no need to be so polite.” Jiang Fan said.
Lin Fanhai wanted to refuse again.
He noticed Qin Wangchuan casting him an impatient glance.
Frightened, he shivered and dared not argue further, quickly saying: “Let’s go inside first.”
He immediately scolded the few disciples: “Hurry and boil some water! And bring out the Cloud Mist Tea!”
The few disciples hesitated for a moment.
An older disciple glanced at Jiang Fan and said uncertainly:
“Deacon, there’s only one tin of Cloud Mist Tea left.”
“It’s only enough for the year-end account-checking elder.”
Such precious tea, to entertain a junior disciple?