Uncle Yu nodded when he heard me.
"Alright. Call anytime if something comes up!"
I nodded and agreed.
With that, Uncle Yu and I went our separate ways.
Uncle Yu returned to his rented apartment, while I went back to the Big Fish Fishing Gear Store at Fish Mouth.
I opened the door and stepped into the familiar shop, but a sense of discomfort rose in my heart.
Dragging my exhausted body upstairs, I lit a long incense stick and respectfully bowed three times to Grandmaster.
"Grandmaster above, I hope Master can escape this calamity and that I can find a way to locate the Spirit-Guarding Treasure soon."
After saying that, I placed the long incense stick into the incense burner.
The incense smoke rose straight and clear. Perhaps this was the best answer Grandmaster could give me.
I had been far too exhausted these past few days—constant travel, battles, and high-intensity transfers.
My body had long since been drained past its limits. Even though I wanted to do something,
the moment I sat down on the sofa, an unstoppable wave of drowsiness swept over me.
The next second, I fell asleep...
When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.
I had slept for more than ten hours straight, which showed just how exhausted I had been.
After waking up, I had regained some of my strength.
I picked up the phone beside me and found a message from Uncle Yu.
The message was simple. He said he had contacted Daoist Qingshan, but Daoist Qingshan could not help us either.
A Spirit-Guarding Treasure—who would be willing to take out such a magical artifact for us, even if they had one?
Besides, the biggest problem was that it would be ruined after use.
I called Director Long again,