The hungry ghost led the Posthouse Official to the pavilion in the locust forest, prepared tea and snacks, and immediately took the letter and rushed inside.
The hungry ghost held the letter, glanced at the other hungry ghosts with his jet-black eyes, and couldn't help but secretly sneer.
These guys, usually, once they got the sweet rain, they wished they could stuff their whole hands into their mouths to chew.
Seeing him deliver the sweet rain, the looks on their faces were truly something else.
So foolish, no wonder you all never get important tasks.
He had noticed that in Jinlan Mountain, the higher the position, the more generous the person.
His lord never cared about such trivial matters, neither did Miss Cece when it was time to be generous.
Of course, Yu Ziqing never explained those matters, but getting to be the Sect Heir here and having the qualifications to speak wasn't something just anyone could do.
