Five days later.
At One Origin Pavilion's top floor.
Song Bao, seated in a chair, set down his teacup and turned his gaze toward the smiling, fat-headed, big-eared cultivator across from him.
He asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, how are things on your end?"
At this.
Zhu Yushou, whose figure resembled Maitreya Buddha's, smiled serenely. "Big Brother Song, rest assured!"
"Everything has been arranged. Now, we only need to wait another ten days!"
"Mm." Song Bao nodded faintly. Then, as though recalling something, he asked with lingering concern, "Right!"
"That Old Daoist Jiang—he hasn't grown suspicious, has he?"
"No." Zhu Yushou smiled with a peaceful expression. "According to the information I received, that old daoist has been searching these past few days for treasures capable of restraining the Thunderbolt Tiger."
"Apparently, that old daoist believes the matter of the Abandoned Mansion."
"After all, gathering Spiritual Items that can restrain the Thunderbolt Tiger is no small expense."
Hearing this.
Song Bao nodded and did not ask further.
His heart finally settled completely.
At this moment.
Madam Ma, seated to one side, let out a sweet, coquettish laugh. "Brother Song, you still don't trust Brother Zhu's methods?"
"Brother Zhu is the Benevolent Buddha! Cultivators who do not know his true background will absolutely never become suspicious!"
"Even with this concubine's charms, when facing unfamiliar cultivators, I am nowhere near as useful as Brother Zhu!"
"Truly, Brother Zhu's big face is simply too deceptive. Coupled with that serene smile, they are a perfect match."
"It would not be an exaggeration to call him a Buddha from some temple!"
"Haha!"
Zhu Yushou, his belly protruding, laughed loudly before saying, "Many thanks for Madam's praise!"
Seeing this.
Su Ruxiu, the young cultivator who had remained silent for a long time, said evenly, "Brother Zhu, although