After Mr. Wu and Boss Ma left, the White-bearded Taoist, who had still been lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, secretly got to his feet and tried to sneak away.
After all, his "trickery" had been exposed. In particular, Sun Guosheng had seen him get so terrified by the "Malevolent Ghost" that the Primal Spirit Body had transformed into that he'd wet himself and scrambled away in utter disgrace.
It went without saying that Sun Guosheng wouldn't give him any more money.
He didn't dare count on it, either.
And after learning from Mr. Wu what kind of person Ning Wangshu was, he thought back to all the disrespectful and contemptuous things he'd said to him. He couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
As far as he was concerned, the best thing to do was get out of there as fast as possible!
However, he'd only taken two steps when a voice suddenly called out, "Well, well, Master Yan. Why aren't you pretending to be unconscious anymore? Where are you in such a hurry to go?"
At the sound of that voice, the White-bearded Taoist's heart gave a jolt, and his body stiffened involuntarily.
Then he turned around. Seeing Ning Wangshu looking at him with a broad smile, he grew terribly awkward and stammered, "I, um... I... Ahem. Since there's nothing else going on here, I'll be on my way."
"Heh..."
Ning Wangshu chuckled, his expression somewhere between a smile and a smirk. "Master Yan, what's the rush?"
"Didn't you say earlier that your Daoism cultivation was profound? As it happens, I've been practicing for a few years myself and have a little cultivation. Why don't we have a proper exchange?"
The White-bearded Taoist shuddered, swallowing hard before forcing himself to reply, "N-Ning Xian Zun, you're joking. I...