Returning to the Taoist Temple.
Song Lin handed the items over to Tongshou Taoist, only to be informed that the candidate for the dharma altar disciple had yet to be chosen and that he should wait a while longer.
"Understood. Just notify me if there's anything," Song Lin replied with a smile and then returned to the Hidden Sword Manor.
It was nothing more than planting his own people to ensure the Yin Yang Altar was firmly under his control.
However, Song Lin no longer cared about such things.
With a new channel for transactions, he had no need to concern himself with such petty benefits.
Now was a good time to appear incorruptible, avoiding the temple master's future reckoning.
Even though he was part of the Ziyuan faction, with its many members reaching into nearly half of the higher ranks, it was impossible to wipe everyone out.
Someone like Tongshou, deeply entangled in benefits, was bound to meet his end.
