Wen Ping had just smoothed out the corners of the notice, not expecting the situation to turn out this way, feeling a bit helpless inside.
He just wanted to come down to post a notice.
"Get up. If you truly want to apologize, then help me stick these notices on the other streets as well. Make sure to put them in noticeable places."
"Thank you for your forgiveness, Sect Leader Wen. I'll go right away."
The little servant who had been frightened pale hurriedly stood up, then took the notice from Wen Ping's hand and ran off. Perhaps fearing Wen Ping might change his mind, or perhaps afraid to stay there any longer.
The fat shopkeeper watched the little servant's retreating figure and didn't say much, as long as this matter wouldn't harm him. However, when trying to flatter Wen Ping a bit, his eyes caught the notice on the wall.
Not knowing did not matter, for knowing gave quite a shock.
Martial Arts Gathering!
