"It went just like that...?" Zhao Wushang found it incredible.
"Do you want to go back in? Then go in yourself."
"No, no, no... No thanks."
Zhao Wushang shook his head like a rattling drum: "Over my dead body. It feels a bit too easy... unnaturally smooth, I must say, we..."
Fang Che covered his mouth: "Damn it, we're not demon sect people! Legitimate business can't go smoothly?"
"Right, right... that's exactly what I mean."
Zhao Wushang broke out in a cold sweat, almost blurting out 'we from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect'.
His heart started pounding again.
Holding various registration plaques, they walked quite a distance before remembering to call for a carriage.
They finally breathed a sigh of relief upon returning to the sub branch.
The formal documents were placed on the table, and everyone erupted in cheers!
From now on, they had a solid standing!
