Holding the tally sticks, Wu Jinliang looked up again and called out, "Our money and some cultivation pills were confiscated during the interrogation. Could you help us get them back?"
Bian Weiying, who had already reached the doorway, replied, "Come collect them when you bring the water tomorrow."
Wu Jinliang instantly beamed with delight. He had only meant to try his luck, never expecting it to work. He was at the point where cultivation had become addictive; the progress he made with Long Transformation Pills was something he would never have dared dream of in the Land of Exile. Losing access to his pills these past few days had also cut off his meteoric progress in cultivation, so naturally he was anxious.
This gesture of goodwill, however, left Shi Chun with mixed feelings.
He was glad he no longer had to worry, as he had before, that Bian Weiying would kill him. What worried him was that this was only temporary. If he could not give her the answers she wanted, they could not cooperate, and she could kick them out of Mount Wukang at any moment. Merely being kicked out would be getting off lightly; the outcome clearly would not be that simple.
"We have enough. Are we still carrying water?" Wu Jinliang asked after counting the tally sticks in his hand.
Shi Chun hoisted his carrying pole onto his shoulder. "Back to rest."
Wu Jinliang said, "If we go back early, won't that fatty find something else for us to do?"
Shi Chun said, "He wouldn't dare!"
Events proved him right. Once they returned to the Disciplinary Affairs Court and handed Pang Tiansheng enough tally sticks, he looked as though he wanted to speak but kept holding back. In the end, he never asked the questions on his