Bab 972: Deal struck in the halls of administration

"I knew it was too good to be true," Yang Qing said as he sighed, turning to leave, before he paused and looked at the skies above. It was almost dusk, with the sun's descent almost at the horizon.

"Should I grab something," he muttered before looking at what he had left over within his storage ring. 

In truth, there was no need for him to do so. Any self-respecting glutton would know how much food they had left without looking and Yang Qing was no different. He already knew, and was only doing it for reassurance that the figure he had in mind matched up with what was in the storage ring.

"Hopefully it will be enough," Yang Qing said after taking stock.