The two of them arrived at Zhang Yuelu’s temporary office.0

Qi Xuansu asked, “Roughly how much does a Mini Spirit Pill cost?”0

“It sells for 2,500 Taiping coins on the open market, but internally in the Daoist Order, it only costs 2,000. High-ranked Daoists even get discounts,” Zhang Yuelu replied. Like Qi Xuansu, she spent 10 months of the year in financial straits and could not afford to treat money like dirt, so she knew prices down to the last coin.0

Qi Xuansu remarked, “That’s not cheap. They were really willing to spend on this.”0

Zhang Yuelu laughed. “They were willing to spend 20,000 Wuyou coins just to buy you off, so what’s 2,000 Taiping coins compared to that?”0

As they spoke, they both tacitly agreed the culprit was someone from within the Daoist Order.0

Qi Xuansu sighed. “Don’t bring up the 20,000 Wuyou coins again. I’ve never seen that much money in my life. Every time I wake from a dream at night, I can’t help but feel regret…”0

“What next, tears soaking your pillow? Anyone overhearing would think you’re pining for your beloved,” Zhang Yuelu teased.0

Qi Xuansu shamelessly replied, “Aren’t you my beloved? When you’re not around, I find it hardest to get through the night. A few cups...0