Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the date Song Wen and Ye Bing had agreed upon for their trade arrived.
Song Wen went to a cultivators' tavern not far from the Jiang Clan, booked a private room, and instructed the attendant not to disturb him. Then he took out the jade slip he used to contact Ye Bing.
[Fellow Daoist Ye, the month is up. How has your collection of intelligence on Jiang Yushan gone?] Song Wen asked through the jade slip.
[With me handling it personally, how could anything go wrong? I have gathered everything about Jiang Yushan's past, as well as information on his two personal guards. Every aspect is covered, with nothing left out.]
Ye Bing spoke with absolute confidence.
There was rather a hint of her praising her own wares to seal the trade.
Song Wen said, [Fellow Daoist Ye, don't try to fob me off with just any scraps of intelligence.]
Ye Bing said, [Rest assured, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the intelligence.]
Song Wen said, [Words alone are no proof. I want to inspect its contents.]
Ye Bing said, [How do you intend to inspect them?]
Song Wen said, [Select a portion of the intelligence and send it to me through the jade slip.]
[Certainly.]
Ye Bing replied, then sent a lengthy message.
Its contents largely concerned Jiang Yushan's abuse of a low-level female rogue cultivator.
That woman, as lovely as a flower and as fair as jade, had ultimately died a miserable death at Jiang Yushan's hands, along with her master and family.
The account was very detailed, including the time, location, and names of all the victims.
[Well? Are you satisfied?] Ye Bing asked confidently.
However, Song Wen's answer took her somewhat by surprise.
[Fellow Daoist Ye Bing,