It was a fine day.
In the courtyard, Lanshan sat calmly, watching Bai Mo wolf down his food.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
Bai Mo managed to ask after struggling to swallow a mouthful of meat.
Lanshan shook his head.
"Never mind. My appetite is huge these days. If I really started eating, I'm afraid you wouldn't get to eat your fill, Shopkeeper Bai."
Only after cultivating the Winter Storage Skill did he realize how formidable a technique from a major sect could be.
For one thing, his own income wasn't enough to fill the storage limit of this skill.
It was only after the other members of the Demon Hunting Team made concessions and adjusted the distribution of resources that he felt even slightly full.
But even that wasn't its limit.
"Sigh. I owe my brothers a great deal of favors now. I'll have my work cut out for me paying them back."
Lanshan asked, "Shopkeeper Bai, why did you summon me?"
Bai Mo wiped his mouth.
