"Which places have been cleared out? Do you have a list?"
As Qiu Xiaoxiao pondered, she asked.
The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his phone, opened a very detailed document, and handed it over.
Qiu Xiaoxiao read it without a word.
A long while passed...
Her brows suddenly furrowed. She returned the phone to the middle-aged man. "Starting now, pass down the order: all cult members are to communicate offline. Avoid communication devices."
"And maintain one-to-one, single-line contact."
Qiu Xiaoxiao looked somewhat grave. "Make absolutely sure this gets done. I have a God Pill personally bestowed by God here. I haven't had the heart to take it yet..."
A trace of reluctance crossed her face before she finally sighed helplessly. "I'll give it to you as a reward. You'll have to work harder for a while."
Looking at the small, translucent pill in Qiu Xiaoxiao's palm, the middle-aged man could no longer suppress his greed. Even his breathing grew heavy as he took it.
"A God Pill is a supplement that can raise your cultivation level."
"You're getting quite a bargain."
Qiu Xiaoxiao slowly rose, trailing her fingers across the middle-aged man's cheek.
That soft touch sent ripples through his heart. Dazed, he swallowed and tried to catch Qiu Xiaoxiao's hand.
"Business first."
"Take it."
Qiu Xiaoxiao withdrew her fingers with a hint of bashfulness and spoke with a soft laugh.
She watched him swallow it with her own eyes.
"Go on. Pass the word down first."
"Use plan three for future communications."
"The password will be the poetry on page three of the Ink City Daily every Thursday."
Qiu Xiaoxiao returned to the bed and languidly lay down, perfectly accentuating her curves.
The middle-aged man's gaze lingered, and he nodded emphatically.
Only then did he hurry away, deeply reluctant