Additionally, we are recruiting those with exceptional culinary skills. Upon passing the test, they will be directly promoted to senior chefs and enjoy the treatnt of Inner Sect Disciples.
In short, it's vital to ensure the Dragons of Mountain and Sea feel utmost care, and to fully realize the concept of the Four Continents as one big family.
As for various temptations and enticents, the Dragons of Mountain and Sea didn't feel displeased.
On the contrary, they were actually quite willing to share these Dharma thods.
The reason is simple: just to repay a favor.
Not to ntion, they'll never fully repay this 'Saint' Zhang Ze's kindness.
They had a clear understanding of their role: being tenants residing in the Four Continents.
As tenants, paying rent was only fair, nothing too serious.
...
Thinking about these serious yet nonsensical matters, Lao Di thought, this little walnut is really great.
Previously, she had to go to the black market for information; now she can just look at the little walnut to know most of it.
She sipped the tea Li Yueqi gave her with delight and ruffled the face of Little Fuji in her arms, simply feeling that life was beautiful.
But good tis are always short-lived.
While she was drinking tea and admiring the view, she suddenly felt a tremor around her. Just as she thought it might be an earthquake or the Holy Tree acting up, a Golden Lotus appeared in front of her.
With gold brilliance, Zhang Ze, Xiangxiang, and Chen Qin jumped out from it.
The three of them, with their backs to Lao Di, stretched lazily towards the sunset outside the window, joined by Little Fuji who was adding to the fun.
Their movents were in perfect sync, thoroughly blocking the view outside the balcony.
Lao Di, "..."
Slling the stench of romance, Lao Di covered her nose in disdain.
"Why are you still here?" she asked.
anwhile, Little Fuji, who was just imitating their stretch, imdiately jumped back to Lao Di's side with arms akimbo and asked.
"Why are you still here?"
"Why can't we be here?"
Zhang Ze turned around, pretended to hold an air teacup, picked up the teapot on the table, and casually poured himself a cup of tea.
"Because this is my ho!"
Lao Di held her forehead, but just when she considered kicking these abnormal people out, she suddenly rembered sothing.
Lao Di stopped her actions and instead invited them into the house.
Then she locked the balcony door, drew the curtains, and placed a stone with a human face carved on it at the east...
After fussing over these mysterious tasks, she invited the three to sit down and poured them tea again.
"Little Di, what are you doing?"
With her body rejuvenated, Xiangxiang leaned limply against Zhang Ze, curiously watching Di Zhuomala.
Lao Di raised her wrist, looking at the little walnut Xiangxiang gave her a while ago, and said earnestly, "I'm running a betting pool."
"Running what pool?"
"The pool on when your man will return to the Sword Sect."
"?"
Saying that, Lao Di awkwardly fiddled a bit, then displayed a screen from the little walnut.
A very handso page appeared, its scene exuding an aura of immortality, mist and clouds shrouded the place, with a glimpse of an immortal pavilion in between.
Apparently, this background should be a picture of the Main Pavilion of the Sword Sect.
Amidst these mountains and clouds, a tiny man on Sword Flight darted about like a fly.
The tiny man was a cursor skin she bought.
Even though she didn't really know why an arrow-like indicator was called a cursor.
But that was unimportant, as long as it was fun.
As Lao Di manipulated it, this page resembling the 'Sword Sect's official website' changed, the clouds dispersed, and a pile of options for betting erged.
Seeing the page, Zhang Ze was montarily stunned.
Xiangxiang looked worriedly at Zhang Ze.
The Junior Sister scoffed, then guffawed mischievously.
She guffawed while pretending to massage Zhang Ze mockingly, showcasing her peak sarcasm skills.
The additional options on the page included countdowns, bet markers, and odds.
[When will Zhang Ze return to the Sword Sect?]
[How long will Zhang Ze hide outside?]
[How many Sword Strikes will Zhang Ze have to endure upon returning?]
[Will Zhang Ze be severely injured or cut in two by a single strike?]
...
All sorts of gambling and betting pool content.
Essentially betting on one major event and a series of questions arising from it.
Apart from the options above, there was also a pool on how long Zhang Ze could withstand under the Sword of the Sword Sect's main madam, Mo Jingchun.
After withstanding it, whether he would end up wrapped in a small blanket, hearing the suona, having a little feast,
or lying on a bed immobile for years.
Or if he would choose to flee straight away or face the storm head-on.
If fleeing, where would he escape to?
Almost any possibility had a pool, and there were quite a few people placing bets.
Not just because people were too rich, but genuinely concerned about Mr. Zhang's safety.
Moreover, this 'Sword Sect official website' was actually more like an 'Intranet'.
Only core mbers of the Thousand chanism Pavilion and Inner Sect Disciples of the Sword Sect, or special users like Lao Di, could log in.
Yet seeing the abnormal number of bets, it was clear so were placed by friends on behalf.
Zhang Ze browsed through his hundred possible deaths, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, feeling confused.
"How did this matter get exposed?"
It's not that he didn't dare to admit to what he did, just he never expected it to get exposed this quickly.
It shouldn't be possible, right?
Unless... he looked towards Di Zhuomala.
Lao Di, with arms folded, reclined on the rocking chair, hugged a Taisui pillow, and comfortably replied.
"It wasn't who told, it was Miss Li Yueqi, who accidentally let it slip when going ho, and it was overheard by that little girl nad Lily, then it spread like this."
Zhang Ze, "..."
No wonder, now everything made much more sense.
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