Two days later, outside the Nether Cave, the Mini Array Spirit was even more anxious than Chen Dengming, darting in and out of the Soul House, waiting eagerly and excitedly for the imminent delivery of the Soul Clam Pearl, and occasionally stammering to herself.
"Fellow Daoist, do you think that cunning and tricky old ghost won't play any more tricks?"
"Should we go back and check again? I, I'll act as your protector... "
Chen Dengming sat at the table, sipping on the boiling osmanthus tea from the red furnace, and shook his head dismissively.
"No need to worry. That old ghost is both greedy and timid; he has already shown his greed just now, now is the time when he is too scared to try any more tricks.
Come, come over and pour me another cup of tea..."
"Yes, yes—"
