When Qian Daoliu heard Sunday say this, he respectfully accepted the musical notes with both hands and spoke earnestly.
"I understand, my lord. Rest assured, I will keep a close watch on Bibi Dong. There will not be a single mistake!"
Sunday looked at the deferential Qian Daoliu, his eyes shifting slightly, and said calmly,
"Mm, go on. Do a good job, and I will grant you a great blessing someday."
With that, Sunday vanished from the entrance of the Worship Hall.
As Qian Daoliu gazed at the spot where Sunday had disappeared, those last words kept circling through his mind.
A great blessing-a treasure bestowed by a god, and upon a demigod at the pinnacle of level ninety-nine like him, no less. It had to be something extraordinary.
Just as Qian Daoliu was lost in his fantasies, Golden Crocodile and the others slowly approached.
"Elder Brother, what did Mr. Sunday say to you?"
After coming outside, they had stood off to the side, not daring to watch or listen to the conversation.
If they accidentally angered him, they could end up with gongs and drums playing at their funerals.
That was why, after Sunday left and they saw Qian Daoliu standing there looking delighted, they came over to ask what had happened.
A pat from Golden Crocodile brought Qian Daoliu back to his senses, and he told them,
"My lord came to tell me that Bibi Dong has grown stronger again. He was worried she might go berserk while he was away, so he brought me a safeguard."
Shock spread across their faces. They exchanged glances and spoke in disbelief.
"What? That crazy woman Bibi Dong has grown stronger again?"
"This... she could already match you before, Elder Brother. Now, apart from the gods, I'm afraid no one on