One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Ah, isn't this Chu Lan?"

"What happened to you? Did you become a special forces soldier or go wilderness survival?"

On the other end of the video call, Zhang Chulan looked at the brightly lit background on the screen.

Watching his advisor, dressed in a bathrobe, drinking "red wine," and lounging comfortably in a massage chair.

Then look around you...

The pitch-black grass, the buzzing army of mosquitoes, and the bowl of braised beef noodles in my hand that I dared not slurp loudly.

This stark contrast caused Zhang Chulan's composure to crumble instantly.

"Master!"

Zhang Chulan roared, suppressing his anger:

"How dare you ask?! Don't you know where I am?!"

"I'm keeping watch for Daoist Wang Ye! I've been squatting here all day!"

"There are more mosquitoes in this dreary thicket than on Longhu Mountain! And they're bigger! One bite and your swelling will last for three days!"

"And you, staying in a presidential suite, drinking wine, and then deliberately video calling to tempt me?! Is this something a human being would do?!"

"Stay calm, stay calm."

Zhang Tianyi swirled the wine glass in his hand, his expression nonchalant:

"Young people should endure more hardship. When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on someone, it first tests their will, strains their muscles and bones, and starves their body..."

"Besides, aren't I giving you emotional support?"

"Look, I waited until this time to call you because I was afraid you'd fall asleep and mess things up."

Zhang Chulan rolled her eyes, wishing she could crawl up the internet cable and bite him.

"Alright, stop complaining."

Zhang Tianyi zoomed in:

"Let me see, your choice of surveillance locations is also subpar."

"Your current position is downwind, isn't it? If the smell of instant noodles wafts over, people will spot you, won't they?"

"Also, your disguise was terrible. Who would have a face grow out of the bushes? Couldn't you have just dug a hole and buried yourself in it?"

"Can't you be a little more professional? Show some of the professionalism we have at Longhu Mountain!"

Zhang Chulan's veins throbbed as he listened:

"Master! You're just talking without understanding the situation!"

"This place is all concrete, how am I supposed to dig a hole?! Besides, this instant noodles are my only food supply, am I supposed to starve to death if I don't eat them?!"

"Tsk, rotten wood can't be carved."

Zhang Tianyi shook his head, his face full of disappointment:

"Back in the day, when I was infiltrating Shanghai, I stayed in the Huangpu River for three days and three nights without daring to even make a bubble. What's this compared to that?"

Just as Zhang Tianyi was about to continue boasting about his glorious past...

Suddenly, a change occurred in the video footage.

Zhang Chulan slightly turned the camera, pointing it at a villa not far away.

The villa's gate slowly opened.

A man wearing pajamas, with dark circles under his eyes even bigger than Zhang Chulan's, and looking like a demon had drained his life force, walked out like a wandering ghost.

It was indeed the king.

He was carrying a garbage bag, walking unsteadily, and sighing three times with every step.

"Ugh……"

Even through the screen, Zhang Tianyi could feel the intense dejection emanating from Wang Ye.

"Is this still the same Wang Ye who defeated Zhuge Qing?"

Zhang Tianyi raised an eyebrow, put down the wine glass, and leaned closer to the screen:

"This is too tragic! Has this guy not slept for days? His face is paler than if I've been lying down for seventy years."

"you do not say."

Zhang Chulan whispered:

"Master, you have no idea how many people have been watching him these past few days. This guy is probably fed up with it and is on the verge of a mental breakdown."

Zhang Tianyi looked at Wang Ye on the screen, who looked utterly hopeless, and stroked his chin.

He suddenly remembered that at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, although Wang Ye was so frightened that he admitted defeat, he still admired Wang Ye's calm and otherworldly temperament.

Now it's been turned into this mess...

"Tsk, this is interesting."

Zhang Tianyi's eyes darted around, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Chu Lan."

"What's wrong, sir?"

"Since this young Taoist priest is in such a sorry state, as former close rivals, don't you think we should go... and offer our condolences?"

"Condolences?"

Zhang Chulan was taken aback, a sense of foreboding washing over him. "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, we're going to bring warmth and comfort!"

Zhang Tianyi snapped his fingers and jumped up from the massage chair:

"Perfect timing, there's so much delicious food in my presidential suite, I can't possibly eat it all by myself."

"And I just grabbed a lot of juice from the company cafeteria... cough."

"tomorrow!"

Zhang Tianyi made a decision with a wave of her hand:

"Let's go pay a visit to this unlucky Taoist priest Wang first thing tomorrow morning."

"While you're at it, help him clean up these annoying flies around here..."

"Consider it a post-meal exercise to aid digestion."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up instantly.

Although the advisor is unreliable, he's a good fighter!

If the advisor were willing to take action, wouldn't these people monitoring them be electrocuted into kebabs?

"Alright! The advisor is brilliant! The advisor is mighty!"

Zhang Chulan instantly stopped feeling the pain of mosquito bites and the spiciness of instant noodles, and began frantically flattering the screen:

"Then I'll pick you up tomorrow morning! We'll give Master Wang a big surprise!"

"Okay, I'm hanging up now. I'm going to put on a face mask and go to sleep."

Zhang Tianyi abruptly ended the video call.

The screen went black.

Silence returned to the presidential suite.

Zhang Tianyi lay back down in the massage chair, looked at the night view outside the window, and softly hummed a little tune:

"Little Wang, Little Wang, don't be afraid."

"Your Grandpa Zhang... is here to save you from your suffering."

"But as for the appearance fee... I need to earn some savings for myself."

Chapter 59 As long as I, Daoist Master, put on a show, there's no one I can't fool!

The lobby entrance of the Bulgari Hotel.

Zhang Chulan, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes and carrying a tattered backpack, squatted next to the stone lion with a look of utter despair.

Beside him, Feng Baobao was holding a bottle of yogurt she had taken from the cafeteria, biting the straw, staring blankly at the passing cars.

"Sister Bao'er... what do you think Master is dawdling about?"

Zhang Chulan yawned and glanced at his phone: "It's already 9:30. They said they were going to offer condolences, but it's acting like they're going to ascend the throne?"

"I don't know."

After finishing the last sip of her yogurt, Feng Baobao casually tossed it into a trash can ten meters away.

"He said he wanted to change his clothes, to do that... you know... a sense of ritual."

The voice just fell.

The hotel's revolving door slowly turned.

"Wow—"

As if a gentle breeze had swept by, the once noisy lobby entrance became inexplicably quieter.

Zhang Chulan subconsciously looked up, and then his mouth slowly opened wide enough to fit a duck egg.

Zhang Tianyi walked out.

But he is no longer the domineering CEO in a black trench coat and sunglasses he was yesterday.

At this moment, he was wearing a loose-fitting, high-quality moon-white Taoist robe.

The robe had a faint silver sheen, and the cuffs and collar were embroidered with extremely intricate and simple cloud and thunder patterns.

His once casually styled long hair was now meticulously tied on top of his head with a jade hairpin that was entirely emerald green, revealing his full and smooth forehead.

He was also holding a whisk that he had somehow acquired, which he had placed on his arm.