"Yan Zhi was blind to your greatness. Please forgive me, Dao Lord."
In the shop's rear courtyard.
Led by Ghost King Tengmo, the Yellow-Robed Boy successfully met Wang Ba, but the moment they met, he bowed respectfully at the waist and called out.
"Dao Lord?"
Wang Ba raised an eyebrow.
Yan Zhi said respectfully:
"One who reigns supreme in the Dao may be called a 'Dao Lord.'"
"With your cultivation realm, you naturally deserve the title-Taiyi Dao Lord."
Wang Ba shook his head with a smile.
Though he had changed his guise, the title had turned out remarkably similar again.
Rather than dwell on such trifles, he came straight to the point:
"King Yan, I can let bygones be bygones, but you must do something for me."
Though phrased as a discussion, his tone left no room for refusal.
Borrowing a tiger's skin to accomplish great things was something Wang Ba knew well.
Only this time, he was borrowing his own tiger's skin, so he did it with all the more ease.
Yan Zhi, however, felt relieved instead. He already had an inkling of what this mysterious Taiyi Dao Lord would ask him to do.
His dealings with cultivators from the Three Realms and beyond did not rely solely on his reputation for honesty. More importantly, he understood himself well enough.
Quite a few people had come with him to request an audience with Taiyi Dao Lord, yet the man had received him alone.
Aside from valuing his extensive connections and the businesses in his hands, there could be no other possibility.
He had long been prepared to bleed, so he hurriedly said:
"I own two shops, one trading in Dao Treasures and the other in cultivators. Both have been poorly managed, and I was hoping you might spare some