Prison Department

"You're playing me?"

Realizing what had happened, Jia Sidao's eyes bulged with fury, his old face flushing bright red.

Earlier, he had put on quite the show before Wang Chen, flaunting his ability to procure a precious temporary residence permit for the Immortal City. His intentions had been obvious without needing to be spoken aloud.

When he received the letter talisman Wang Chen had sent today, he thought the fish had taken the bait and came running over in delight. Then he discovered that Wang Chen held a Golden Coupon and Pill Scroll in his hand.

It felt as though his face had been slapped swollen on the spot!

Though Jia Sidao had long scraped by in the lower strata, his ancestors had once been wealthy and powerful. Otherwise, he could never have possessed a Yongle Immortal Registry.

So despite making a living through lowly schemes of fraud and deception, deep down, he still considered himself one of the high and mighty.

That was why his reaction was so extreme!

Just as Jia Sidao was about to slam the table, rise up, and fall out with Wang Chen, his gaze suddenly turned blank.

Wang Chen revealed another item.

A Spirit Stone—a high-grade Spirit Stone!

The breath lodged in Jia Sidao's throat was forcibly swallowed back down.

The heavens were vast and the earth immense, but no matter how great his pride was, it could not outweigh Spirit Stones!

Especially high-grade Spirit Stones!!

The middle-aged cultivator, whose butt had just lifted from the chair, planted it back down again. He said irritably, "Go on, then. What exactly do you want? My abilities are limited."

Wang Chen had already torn off his mask, so he simply stopped pretending.

Even his reclined posture became casual and lazy.

Wang Chen smiled. "Fellow Daoist Jia,