Xie Qiao understood what Mo Lingzi was thinking.
"How can two taels of silver be enough? But Master, you can't hold on to money. No matter how much I give you, it's useless. Every time you go out, it should be just right for you to ask the accounts for ten taels of silver. I won't lock you up. You can do whatever you want. It's just that... It's not good for you to spread the word that I'm a Taoist master who can capture souls." Xie Qiao looked at him with a smile. "As a young lady from a noble family, a ghoul is terrifying. If it gets out, it'll scare people."
Mo Lingzi's eyes widened. "You can't tell others?!"
"Yes." Xie Qiao nodded seriously. "Now, I'm not only your incomparably powerful junior sister, Mo Chusheng, but also your disciple, Xie Qiao, who knows a little about Taoist scriptures. You can't mix me up. I'm not as powerful as senior aunty."
Mo Lingzi's mind was a little confused.
