The trade fair at WuJieGong had ended, leaving everyone satisfied upon arrival and content upon departure.
The WuJieGong, which seemed like a fairyland, had suddenly quieted down. In the palace, Feng Si Hen sat expressionless on a spacious jade chair. The divine aura emanating from the jade chair formed faint traces of Dao Rhyme, vaguely protecting Feng Si Hen.
Standing below him, Feng Yu wore a respectful expression.
"There were many who came in disguise. Even if you found some of them familiar, it was not right to openly favor Qiao Mai. Moreover, I had received his help. Although the Rootless Green Bamboo is valuable, it shouldn't have led to underhanded tactics at that time, forcing him to produce the Rootless Green Bamboo. Ten thousand stalks of Rootless Green Bamboo are not worth the reputation of my WuJieGong," Feng Si Hen said with a stern expression, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.
