"Now, only one piece of good news remains to console myself,"
Wang Yuan stowed away half of the chess piece, and a live broadcast of the "Commerce Meeting" sent by his eldest disciple Zhu Bo'an appeared before his eyes.
The location was at a temple of the No-Life Dao in a branch of Yan State, the "Golden Buddha Temple."
The temple was resplendent with golden brilliance and beautifully carved beams, even the Buddha statues taller than the main hall were covered in dazzling golden leaf.
From head to toe, it declared loudly that the monk was wealthy, very wealthy, reliable, and very reliable.
It reassured visitors at first glance, thinking surely such a grand establishment wouldn't swindle my silver, right?
Under the Buddha's feet, a middle-aged cultivator with a big red flower on his chest and a sash labeled "Qiongzhou Agent" was surrounded by a crowd at the very center, his face gleaming with oil.
