Inside a grand residence in Anle Ward, east of Qingshan County.
In the main hall, Li Qing, the former county magistrate's assistant, leisurely sipped his tea.
"Uncle, the city guards' reports show that incidents involving malevolent spirits within the city are gradually decreasing, and they are now occurring only in the western district." A dark-skinned burly man sat across a small tea table from him.
"The Altar's influence is spreading westward from Qingfeng Temple. Before long, it will cover all of Qingshan County."
"Unfortunately, despite sending people to investigate from every angle, I still haven't found out what method Feng Ren used." The Dark-Faced Man looked regretful.
"That old Daoist Feng Ren does have some skill." Li Qing set down his teacup.
"But Cheng Yi is too stubborn. He refuses to make money. The moment there's anything wrong with the laborers' rations, he comes looking for trouble. Damn it!" Li Wenlin fumed.
"Who can eat their fill these days? What's wrong with moldy White Wheat? Once it's cooked, it's fine. And what's wrong with mixing in some grass seeds and tree bark? It's not like they can't eat it!"
"Wenlin, you are the Li Family's prized son, commander of the city guards. The family hasn't shorted you on silver either. Why bother scraping food out of those mud-legs' mouths?"
"A little worldly wealth is nothing. Keeping Qingshan County safe is more important," Li Qing said unhurriedly.
As long as Qingshan County remained secure, there would be countless ways to make money.
"Uncle, we need a backup plan. We can't let Qingfeng Temple hold us by the throat." Li Wenlin's eyes shifted as he spoke.
Li Qing nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. We can't walk on one leg."
Seeing Li Qing's interest, Li Wenlin eagerly explained, "Uncle, I found someone. He might..."
"Don't