After tossing in the bamboo tube, the reply arrived instantly, this time with only four simple words: "Agreed as said."
Yang Xiao knew that the deal was set, that he would complete the task of the Drama Robe's original owner and still make a fortune, truly a windfall.
Gathering up both paintings and all the notes, Yang Xiao walked back to the wooden table, opened the incense burner lid where there was a small copper box with a few walnuts charcoals burning inside. He tore up the paintings and the notes that bore his handwriting, and one by one, dropped them in, waiting for them to burn to ash. Then he picked up the jade plow on the table and crushed the clumps of ashes.
After ensuring there were no traces left, Yang Xiao shouldered his backpack and left. The door opened with a push, and the outside corridor was also deserted.