Chu Qingzhi's gaze shifted to the Bliss Master seated on the lotus pedestal, who seemed to be quite a successful con artist, likely part of a significant fraud ring.
She locked her spiritual senses on Yan Zihao and then headed towards the back of the temple where the swindlers were up to something.
Inside the temple, there was a statue of a monstrous entity that stood five or six meters tall. It resembled a monkey but had three arms, two heads, and the lower body of a human—bizarre beyond description.
Someone approached, and Chu Qingzhi swiftly leapt atop the statue.
"Hurry and set things up, we can't delay the Bliss Master's ritual."
"It's impressive how the Bliss Master can earn over ten thousand silver taels for our temple in just one day. I'm quite envious."
"If you're envious, then hurry up and practice the rituals, and you might have your day in the limelight too."
