Hearing the shout from behind her, Pan Yun quietly let out a breath, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. She turned around with the warmest smile she could manage.
The steward quickly looked her up and down, forcing a smile onto his face as he presented a red envelope with both hands. "Thank you for making this special trip, Young Daoist. This is a small token from our master."
Pan Yun did not move. Miao Zhen and Miao He both looked baffled, but Tao Yanbai was the first to react, hurrying forward to accept the red envelope.
Only then did Pan Yun smile. "Benefactor Qian is too courteous."
After a pause, she reminded him once more, "Please ask Benefactor Qian to be careful, and then more careful still. It would be best if he did not leave the house for the next three days."
The steward nodded perfunctorily. He had not expected Daoist Priest Tao to have such a junior sister—one who did not study alchemy or medicine, but instead did what those Daoists outside did: specialized in swindling and deception.
Pan Yun glanced at the steward, frowning slightly. All she could do was remind him, "If he absolutely must go out, remember to bring the Peace Talisman."
Disasters could generally be avoided, but fine words could not persuade a ghost bent on dying.
She had done what she ought to do, so she felt no guilt whatsoever in accepting this red envelope. What happened next would depend on Master Qian's luck.
If he had luck on his side, he would naturally heed her warning and avoid this calamity.
Pan Yun turned and left.
The steward was rather surprised by how cleanly and decisively she departed. He had thought she would keep talking in circles, trying to draw the