Military Scout

When Qian Yongfa returned, it was already past noon.

He had brought eight men with him, carrying four wooden chests.

Once they entered the courtyard, he personally stepped forward and lifted the lids, revealing neatly stacked silver ingots within.

"Daoist, please count them."

Shen Hui merely swept them with a glance, then nodded. "Leave them there."

Qian Yongfa finally let out a breath, his face crumpling as he thanked him repeatedly.

Shen Hui did not waste words. He drew a yellow talisman from his sleeve and, following the same method as before, swiftly inscribed it before casually handing it over.

After finishing all this, he rose to his feet and cupped his hands toward the Old Woman.

"I have troubled you greatly. This poor Daoist shall take his leave."

The Old Woman of the Chen family repeatedly waved her hands and tried again and again to persuade him to stay. She also ordered someone to pack up plenty of delicate pastries and sweets, forcibly stuffing them into Lu Huan's hands before finally seeing the two of them out.

At this time, the streets were teeming with pedestrians. Shen Hui led Lu Huan through the city at an unhurried pace.

Shop banners on both sides of the street swayed gently in the wind, while the aromas of every kind of food mingled together and drilled straight into their nostrils.

Lu Huan held a packet of preserved fruit in her hands, looking about as she walked. Before long, her two eyes were simply not enough.

Seeing this, Shen Hui suddenly remembered something.

He took an object from his sleeve and held it out before Lu Huan.

It was an entirely crimson bracelet, cool and smooth to the touch, with a faint radiance flowing within it.

This bracelet had originally been Thousand-Faced Madam