Anyway, Zhu Minglang just took the money to ward off the disaster and didn't bother to ask more.
As he exited the grand hall, the elderly State Preceptor approached him and whispered to Zhu Minglang, "The Guardian King recently had a nightmare, which troubled his heart, but the matter of the Purple Cypress Door has long been concluded and buried. There should be nothing there, it's just asking someone of your stature as an Immortal to make a trip to ease the Guardian King's mind."
"So it's just running an errand?" Zhu Minglang said.
"Dare not, dare not, this is the deposit, there will be substantial rewards upon your return, Young Immortal please don't look down on it." The State Preceptor handed a small bag of Liuli to Zhu Minglang.
It's quite heavy.
There must be at least ten Liuli!
Lavish!
That's equivalent to ten days of stipend at the Inner Gate for himself, and the said place is not too far away, just a bit less populous.
