Arriving at the second floor, Jiang Beiran soon saw Yan Xiaobo, who was drinking tea. Yan Xiaobo seemed a little surprised by Jiang Beiran's sudden arrival, but he quickly put down his teacup and made a welcoming gesture, saying, "Come, come, have a seat, have a seat."
Glancing at the pile of documents on the table, Jiang Beiran sat down and said with a smile, "Sect Master Yan is so dedicated and hardworking. This junior is truly impressed." Yan Xiaobo shook his head helplessly upon hearing this.
"You think I want to? That old fellow Guliang Qian handed this matter to me, and I have to give him a proper account. Otherwise, when he comes out of seclusion, he'll nag me to death."
Although he had thought so before, after this encounter, Jiang Beiran was even more certain that the personal relationship between these two Mysterious Saints must be excellent; they were likely old friends. Moving the tea set over to Jiang Beiran, Yan Xiaobo asked, "How are things on your end? Have you made any headway?"
Over the past month, Yan Xiaobo had actually sought out Jiang Beiran a few times, but Jiang Beiran had given the same reply each time. That he was working hard to prevent the miasma from reappearing. And compared to this matter, the things Yan Xiaobo wanted his help with seemed so trivial, so he could only wait.