Mei Mountain Jungle.
On the third day after Zhengsi's retreat, he leaned lazily against a pillar of the Lake Heart Pavilion, casually observing the goldfish in the lake.
Two centuries of cultivation within the Mei Mountain Blessed Land had greatly enhanced his powers.
He came out of retreat a few days earlier than planned.
Soon after, the new Three Capitals approached him.
"So? Have all the notifications been sent out?" Zhengsi asked.
"Yes, the wager between the Taoist Master and Song Lin has been conveyed to all corners of the Taoist School."
"Good."
Zhengsi still remembered the humiliation of that battle years ago; today, he would make Song Lin pay it back—inch by inch!
By drawing attention with a spectacular wager, he would thoroughly cleanse his shame.
"Also, I've compiled all the records on Donghua Jungle."
A subordinate handed over a jade scroll.
"Thunder Pearls, pills, Dragon Nourishment Pills, Moon Bricks… and the Ghost Market—so it really was your doing."
