"Who, Elder Zhao?"
Jin Xu walked over and took down a candied haw stick from the pile, asking.
"No, it's that big, silly fellow from the other day."
"Oh, Xu Qian."
Just right, the little Taoist remembered that he still owed him a reward that hadn't been paid, so he had Little White carry the candied haw pile and lead the way ahead.
They hadn't walked far when Jin Xu saw a group of constables surrounding the entrance to a desolate mansion.
Xu Qian stood in the middle of the crowd, with his long sword strapped to his waist and his brows tightly furrowed.
Little White walked forward.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo, go sell your candied haws somewhere else. Can't you see we're busy here?"
A constable called out, trying to drive them away.
"..."
Jin Xu, who was following alongside, was about to explain that they were not there to sell candied haws.
They had come to collect a debt.