Chen Huaitai looked at the two silver ingots that had been crushed into silver coins, then at the beaming Taoist Jing Hong. He could only manage a smile that was uglier than a grimace.
"This way, Mages." Chen Huaitai stepped aside, turned, and gestured for them to enter.
Taoist Jing Hong and Taoist Jing Fa strode into the main hall and were invited to take the guest seats. Chen Huaitai presented them with alcohol and snacks. "Please, help yourselves, Mages."
Taoist Jing Fa nodded and took a bite of a snack.
Just then, the seven-year-old child suddenly spoke up. "Can you save my sister?"
"Hush!" Madam Chen jumped in fright and quickly covered the child's mouth.
The older child beside him looked as if he wanted to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.
Instead, the young woman in the wedding dress comforted the child, "I'm fine, why would I need saving?"
