Xie Songde took the arrest warrant and looked at the Grand Mage's photograph on it. His voice sounded dry as he asked, "Could there be some mistake?"
Qi Ning looked at Xie Songde and waved a hand behind him.
"Do you recognize this man?"
Looking at the man with his head lowered and his hands cuffed, Xie Songde nodded.
"Yes. He's the Grand Mage's junior disciple. He just delivered some supplies to me."
"Right. Go on, ask him again how much those supplies cost."
Xie Songde's face went blank. Qi Ning's attitude gave him a very bad feeling.
"How much?"
Xie Songde looked at the man as he asked.
"Three thousand..."
A pain shot through Xie Songde's chest.
And you fucking sold them to me for four hundred and ninety thousand?
What happened next was simple. Qi Ning led his men inside.
When the Grand Mage saw his "junior disciple" in handcuffs, he said nothing and simply held out both hands.
Afterward, Xie Songde learned that the pair had already swindled several people using this same routine.
After every scam, they would switch identities.
Now he was a Grand Mage. Before that, he had been an eminent monk, a wandering Taoist priest, and a Feng Shui master.
As for the person who had introduced the Grand Mage to Xie Songde's wife, they had simply been paid to do it.
And all those ritual implements were toys they had bought online.
Even with all this evidence laid out before him and the Grand Mage confessing, Xie Songde still couldn't understand.
He walked over to Qi Ning. "Could I speak to him again? There's something I really don't understand."
"Go ahead."
Xie Songde approached the Grand Mage, who was squatting on the floor with his hands over his head.
Looking at the