Jiang Fu'an and Ma Ping chatted for nearly two hours.
At first, they merely gossiped about Lu Xuanchen of the Lu Family and that large-breasted female cultivator. Later, the conversation gradually turned to cultivation.
The two exchanged their experiences with meditation and breathing exercises, one after another.
It was not until the sun slanted westward that Ma Ping mounted his horse and took his leave.
Jiang Fu'an watched him ride away, thinking it would be a long time before they met again.
Unexpectedly, just after noon the next day, someone pounded on the courtyard gate hard enough to make it bang.
Jiang Fu'an pulled open the gate and found Ma Ping standing outside. He did not even bother with greetings before asking:
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, did you see Yun Shu pass by last night?"
Yun Shu was the large-breasted woman who had bought the Wang Family's vast tract of Spiritual Fields some time ago.
"I didn't see her."
Jiang Fu'an answered truthfully. Seeing Ma Ping's ashen face and labored breathing, he could not help asking:
"What happened?"
Ma Ping gritted his teeth and cursed:
"That bitch! She swindled our Wang Family rotten!
"Last night, she brought people to dig up all the Spiritual Soil from over a hundred mu of Spiritual Fields. Now both the people and the soil have vanished without a trace!"
Stealing Spiritual Soil?
Jiang Fu'an was stunned. He had never heard of anyone stealing such a thing.
Seeing Ma Ping so furious that his eyes had reddened, he understood at once:
The payment for those fields had most likely not yet been handed over to the Wang Family.
He asked doubtfully:
"Isn't Yun Shu Lu Xuanchen's Dao companion? Why aren't you going to Lu Xuanchen for answers?"
Ma Ping shook his head with a bitter smile,