Three Sins Against Heaven

Ghost Guest shook his head.

Zhao Wenling frowned, "Are you insisting that I refine pills for you for a year?"

Ghost Guest took out the contract and tore it up in front of Zhao Wenling.

Zhao Wenling was taken aback, "What do you mean by this? I am willing to accept my loss and repay the Spirit Stones I owe you."

Ghost Guest smiled and said, "Binding someone like you with a contract would be an insult to both you and me. If you don't want to stay at Dangui Pavilion, you can leave now. You can repay the Spirit Stones whenever you wish; I'm not in a hurry."

"Thank you," Zhao Wenling clasped his hands in salute.

"However..." Ghost Guest continued, "If you are willing to stay at Dangui Pavilion, consider this contract as if it never existed. Not only that, but I will also entrust you with the business of Dangui Pavilion, offering you a forty percent share of the monthly profits. How does that sound?"

"That's a tempting offer," Zhao Wenling sighed, shaking his head, "But I prefer the freedom of refining pills without being constrained. I appreciate your kindness, but once I finish refining the pills, I'll repay you with Spirit Stones."

Seeing Zhao Wenling about to leave, Ghost Guest placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't rush off. Hear me out first."

Zhao Wenling slowly sat back down, picked up a teacup, and savored it, "The second brew of tea tastes the best. Let's hear you out until the second brew."