Zhou Qingshu looked grief-stricken, his face filled with despair and helplessness. "For the next month, I asked everywhere about the Five-Flavor Pill, until my inquiries led me to the Black Market. But I never expected that beast Zhou Haotian to snatch it before I could. His whole household truly has the hearts of wolves, thwarting my search for medicine at every turn. I wonder whether Father will regret letting my eldest uncle take over as acting City Lord once he wakes up."
"In the end, I could only pin my hopes on the Auction House. But because my Storage Bag was stolen that day, most of my savings were gone, so I couldn't outbid you."
Just then, a beautiful hand extended toward him, a green Storage Bag resting on its palm. "Is this the one?"
Zhou Qingshu was astonished. "Where did you get it?"
"From the dozen or so bandits, of course, after I killed them."
Zhou Qingshu took the Storage Bag, and even the worry on his face eased a little. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"
Zhou Qingshu rummaged through the Storage Bag and took out a few important things. Then he handed it back to Su Jiu.
"This is a small token of gratitude from the City Lord's Residence."
Su Jiu knew he had left all the spirit stones inside, but she did not accept it. She merely said calmly, "We can settle everything together at the end."
Yun Huanling leaned over and asked through divine sense, "How did you know this Storage Bag was his?"
Su Jiu replied, "The embroidery on the Jade Token at his waist matches the embroidery on the Storage Bag exactly. We must have been robbed by the same bandits."
"It's just that I killed those bandits afterward and picked up his Storage Bag."