Tang Yuniang, who was lowering her head beside them and eating various immortal fruits, quietly listened to the conversations around her.
From time to time, she raised her head to look at the dark-skinned young man amid the crowd on the high platform, then glanced at her own sect master.
With her experience, she always felt that her sect master's relationship with that young man of heaven-reaching magical power was more than merely that of fellow disciples.
Ever since she had followed Bai Rou's method nine years ago, she had initially been terrified that the Nascent Soul cultivator would suddenly come to the Woodstream Sect, accuse them of spreading nonsense, and punish them.
Then their Woodstream Sect might have been driven out of this place outright.
Yet as one day after another passed, the matter she had worried about never happened.
That Laojun Peak steward had not believed her at first either. He had merely accepted the puppets and said that he needed to report the matter upward.
When Tang Yuniang went there again, the other party truly stopped forcing down the prices in their later transactions.
Moreover, the steward there had undergone an enormous change in attitude toward her, leaving the sect's income exceptionally stable over the past nine years.
Tang Yuniang had been both delighted and startled by this. Her own sect master really could call upon the connections of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Yet this matter had allowed Tang Yuniang to see even more, though she would not say anything. She merely continued making guesses in her heart.
Most of the time, Tang Yuniang kept her head lowered as she ate, listening to the conversation between Bai Rou, Sun Guoshu, and the others.
What Bai Rou and the others discussed was not any secret, so they had