Zhang Yuan, standing by, also revealed a solemn expression: "The mass grave is filled with extremely gloomy energy. What on earth is this Immortal Cult trying to do?"
"Sir, I also think this is strange."
Tie Zhu paused and continued, "This Changsheng Sect operates in a secretive manner and has many followers. I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what?"
Song Zelin asked.
"I'm afraid they're more than just a loose sect."
Tiezhu lowered his voice, "I have a slight suspicion that they might be using the believers to carry out some kind of conspiracy."
Song Zelin and Zhang Yuan looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
Just then, Xiao Liuzi walked in with a plate of pastries in his hand.
"My lords, please try this freshly baked osmanthus cake."
Xiao Liuzi placed the cakes on the table and turned to Tiezhu. "Tiezhu, you've worked hard, too. Want a piece?"
Tiezhu waved his hand: "No, I'm not hungry."
"No, that won't do. I asked the kitchen to leave this for you."
Little Liuzi stuffed a piece of cake into Tiezhu's hand without saying anything, "Try it quickly, it tastes good."
Tiezhu had no choice but to take a bite. A rich sweet osmanthus fragrance instantly filled the air. It was sweet but not greasy and indeed delicious.
“Is it delicious?”
Xiao Liuzi smiled proudly, "This is my exclusive secret recipe."
"It tastes really good, Brother Liu, you are amazing."
Tiezhu looked at Xiao Liuzi with admiration and asked, "Brother Liu, have you reported the pharmacy matter to the adults?"
Little Liuzi blinked, "Of course, every detail! You still don't trust me!"
Song Zelin coughed lightly and said, "Alright, you two, stop joking. Little Liuzi has already said it."
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