Half a month has passed.
At 1:00 PM, Ji An arrived at the Law Enforcement Team, found an old acquaintance, pulled him to a secluded corner, and greeted him with clasped hands:
"Fellow Daoist, I have something I'd like your help with. I wish to meet Cold Qilin True Man, can you pass on a message?"
Zhang Dong asked suspiciously:
"What do you have to say? I need a reason to pass on the message; otherwise, the True Man won't be happy."
Ordinarily, he wasn't keen to help, as Cold Qilin True Man was the most serious of Daoist Masters. He instinctively wanted to avoid him unless necessary.
However, today, he had encountered the True Man by chance and noticed him smiling broadly, indicating a good mood.
Under these circumstances, reporting wouldn't upset the True Man.
"I want to make a transaction with the True Man."
"What kind of transaction? In what area?"
