Elder Ji suddenly frowned. "You had a perfectly good post at the post station and quit. What are you doing here?"
Manager Wang sighed helplessly. "Elder Ji, it’s not like you don’t know. The post station job is a dead-end post, you can’t earn many Spirit Stones. I’m the sort who spends Spirit Stones with a loose hand. If I kept muddling along at the post station, I’d starve to death..."
Elder Ji asked him, "So working in this warehouse, you can earn Spirit Stones?"
Manager Wang smiled but said nothing.
Elder Ji knew this Manager Wang was greedy, scheming, fond of doing shady business. He couldn’t be bothered to pursue it and only said:
"I’m going to ask you something. You’d better answer honestly... Ten years ago, that ’cargo’ I handed to you—where did you ship it?"
"Ten years ago?" Manager Wang pulled a bitter face. "How could I still remember that?"
Elder Ji’s expression turned ugly. "The cargo was sealed. It was a... Monster Beasts, chained to death, locked in a beast cage, wrapped again in demon-hide paper. From the outside, it just looked like a big crate of Monster Beasts hides and bones..."
Manager Wang’s face lit with realization. "I... kind of remember..."
Elder Ji hastily asked, "Where was it sent?"
Manager Wang said, "That was Great Sect cargo, loaded onto a ’sand boat.’ The route should have been the Sand Sea on the Li State border..."
Elder Ji’s expression changed. "The Sand Sea—that means it crossed the Li State border and was sent into the Great Wilderness?"
Manager Wang nodded. "It should be..."
"Where in the Great Wilderness?"
Manager Wang was embarrassed. "It was too long ago. I can’t possibly remember every little thing. I’ll have to find a way to check the records at the post station."
Elder Ji said, "Then you go check."
Manager Wang smiled wryly. "I resigned from the post station job. How am I supposed to go check?"
Elder Ji ran out of patience and snarled viciously:
"To hell with that, why would I care? I don’t care what methods you use—go check it for me. If you find it, all’s well. If you don’t, I die, and you can forget about living either."
Manager Wang’s face went deathly pale. "This..."
Elder Ji sneered. "I’ll give you..."
Here Elder Ji paused, turned to look at Mo Hua, and probed, "Ten days?"
Mo Hua silently watched him.
Elder Ji lowered his voice. "Nine days?"
Seeing that Mo Hua’s face was still indifferent, Elder Ji gritted his teeth. "Five days. Five days it is!"
Mo Hua gave a slight nod.
Elder Ji turned back to Manager Wang and said, "Five days. You bring me the answer. Otherwise, to hell with it, don’t blame me for getting rough."
Manager Wang’s Cultivation was only Foundation Establishment Early Stage; he was no match for Elder Ji at all. With his life being threatened by Elder Ji, he could only nod fearfully again and again:
"I...I’ll think of something..."
"Don’t even think about playing tricks. My head’s already hanging at my belt, and yours is the same," Elder Ji threatened.
Manager Wang could only give a bitter smile.
Over the days that followed, Mo Hua had Elder Ji suffer a few more nightmares, shifting the pressure onto him.
Elder Ji, in turn, shifted that pressure onto Manager Wang.
And Manager Wang did not disappoint Elder Ji’s expectations. He went all out and, in just four days, managed to uncover the whereabouts of that "cargo"...