Grand Commandant Zhou

"Something doesn't feel right!"

"What doesn't feel right?"

"You want me to serve as a medium for casting a technique?"

After hearing Zhang Qian's report to the crown prince, Zhang Xuezhou felt that something was amiss.

He thought back to the mediums he had used to cast techniques in the past and felt there was nothing good about being one.

Even the fleas and mosquitoes Zhang Xuezhou had used as mediums had all come to bad ends.

"That's right, a medium for casting a technique." Zhang Qian nodded. "Your teacher doesn't have many true students. As long as the court's experts use you as a medium, they'll surely be able to find Daoist Priest Zhou!"

"The point isn't my teacher's whereabouts. The point is that I'd be serving as the medium," Zhang Xuezhou said. "You never told me about this before."

"I did," Zhang Qian said. "I told you before that all you had to do was cooperate with us!"

Following behind the crown prince's carriage, Zhang Qian walked along respectfully with his hands held before him, chatting idly with Zhang Xuezhou.

Once someone had boarded this ship, there was no getting off.

Lately, all sorts of matters had been the talk of the town, and disciples of the Yin-Yang School had kept going about grabbing benefits. Zhang Qian wanted a share of the pie too.

In the past, such matters had nothing to do with him, but now that Zhang Xuezhou was here, they did.

Zhang Qian didn't know exactly how the court's top figures cast their techniques, but as long as things succeeded, the gains would surely outweigh the losses.

He had wagered two months of his salary, and Zhang Xuezhou would clearly have to contribute something too.

"They're only using you to pinpoint a location with a