Ordinary business could wait a little, and Shi Chun was quite enjoying the feeling at the moment. The Golden-furred Rat Clan’s praise had made him realize that the name he had just come up with grew more appealing the more he savored it. He was still savoring it.
Among everyone present, Wu Jinliang, who knew how to deal with him, drew close and whispered into his ear, “If they keep flattering you, they’ll have you write an inscription next.” Those words jolted Shi Chun back to his senses, rousing him from the chorus of flattery.
He couldn’t produce calligraphy worth showing, so he immediately put on a serious expression and waved his hand.
“Let’s go!”
He escaped just like that and headed straight for the Golden-furred Rat Clan’s main hall. Jiang Wushou and the others entered the hall first, searched it, and then came back out. Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang had business to handle, so all unnecessary personnel had to be sent away.
After a round of polite formalities, even Clan Chief Jin Fu was not allowed to remain. Only Huang Yingying stayed behind to accompany them. Jiang Wushou and the others stood guard outside the hall.