When Chen Lun walked out of the Great Gate of the Byron Gold Pavilion with his white cane, Melanie behind him had an afterglow of charm on her face, beaming with springtime and respectfully seeing him off.
Before parting, she handed him a delicately crafted card inlaid with gold and diamonds, indicating that this was the highest level of identification for the Byron Gold Pavilion. From now on, if he ever returned, simply presenting it would waive any fees for storage or withdrawals, along with more than a dozen discounts on financial investments or other projects, even for the most basic reception services, there would be someone specifically responsible.
In short, it could be summed up in one word: noble.
However, Chen Lun didn't care much about these things and casually threw the gold card into the Blood Poem Ring, no longer paying attention to it.
