A new day arrived, bright and sunny.
Song Tang looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little amused.
Her hair was fully coiled up and tucked beneath a gray Daoist cap, not a single stray strand exposed.
She wore a loose gray cotton-linen Daoist robe, a compass hanging at her waist, and a whisk held in her hand.
Her face had been slightly darkened with a dull-toned foundation.
She looked exactly like a wandering female Daoist who cultivated in the mountains and occasionally descended to the mortal world.
“Not bad, time to go.”
Today, she was determined to recover the remaining two million.
In the park, the elderly who usually came out for morning exercise had mostly dispersed. Only a few remained, strolling or basking in the sun.
Song Tang took position near a wooden bench.
Target: Grandma Luo. Seventy-five years old, the mother of the owner of the company that owed the Song family two million.
Every morning around 9:30, she would walk in the park and sit on the bench under the third ginkgo tree to sunbathe.
This information had been obtained through a private investigator she had hired.
As expected, just before 9:30, an elderly woman with white hair slowly walked over.
Song Tang’s eyes lit up. She adjusted her expression, swung her whisk, and began circling the ginkgo tree.
“Taishang Laojun, manifest… Earth spirit, manifest…”
At that moment, Grandma Luo reached the bench and was about to sit down when she noticed the Daoist priest circling the tree in surprise.
Song Tang turned just in time and met her gaze.
“Oh my,” she quickly stopped and cupped her hands, “I apologize for disturbing you, Elder. This poor Daoist was observing the feng shui here and did not realize someone was coming.”
Grandma Luo looked at her curiously. “Are you a fortune teller?”
Song Tang smiled faintly. “I know a little.”
Grandma Luo sat down on the bench and patted the seat beside her.
“Girl, sit. I’ve got nothing to do anyway, keep me company for a chat.”
Song Tang felt a surge of joy inside, but her face remained calm and composed, maintaining her “expert Daoist” demeanor as she walked over and sat down.
At the same time. Lin Yanchen was slowly pushing a wheelchair along a shaded path.
Seated in the wheelchair was an elderly lady with silver hair.
“Grandma, the sun is nice today. Stay out a little longer,” Lin Yanchen said, looking down.
Grandma Lin smiled and patted his hand. “Alright, but you’re so busy with work, you don’t need to come see me all the time.”
Lin Yanchen said nothing, simply pushed the wheelchair beneath a tree and stopped.
Then he looked up and his gaze suddenly paused.
Not far away, under the ginkgo tree, a person in Daoist robes was sitting on a bench talking to Grandma Luo.
From the back, it was clearly a female Daoist priest.
Grandma Luo lived in the same alley as his own grandmother, so he saw her every time he came.
But who was this Daoist woman today?
Although he could not hear their conversation clearly, occasional laughter drifted over.
At that moment, the female Daoist suddenly turned her head.
Lin Yanchen saw her face.
That expression… looked familiar.
Most importantly, when she saw him, she showed a brief flash of surprise before returning to calm, then turned away again.
Lin Yanchen recalled her face and immediately knew who it was.
Wasn’t this just a tanned version of Song Tang?
Why was she dressed like this? What was she trying to do?
Was she planning to deceive Grandma Luo?
Lin Yanchen decided to go over and take a look.
He pushed the wheelchair forward again. “Grandma, let’s go over to the ginkgo tree.”
Grandma Lin had no objection. “Alright, let’s go see Grandma Luo.”
Song Tang was still chatting and amusing Grandma Luo when she suddenly noticed movement behind her.
She glanced back and saw Lin Yanchen pushing a wheelchair toward them.
Her heart sank.
Unlucky! Of all places, she ran into him here.
What is he doing?
Don’t come over!
But Lin Yanchen continued approaching slowly, clearly heading straight for the ginkgo tree.
Song Tang could not help but turn back and glare at him.
You better know your place.
Lin Yanchen noticed it and found it slightly amusing.
Was she warning him?
Fine. He stopped at a position where he could hear clearly.
Then he stood still, listening.
Seeing that he had stopped approaching, Song Tang finally relaxed a little.
Good, at least he was sensible.
She continued chatting with Grandma Luo, even massaging her shoulders.
“Elder, have you been having shoulder pain recently? I know a few massage techniques that can help relieve it.”
Grandma Luo looked surprised. “Yes, yes, I’ve had shoulder pain lately. Try it for me?”
“Alright.” Song Tang rolled up her wide sleeves.
Though dressed as a Daoist priest, she was still a gentle and refined young woman. Her smile was warm and naturally likeable to the elderly.
She began massaging Grandma Luo’s shoulders.
This technique had been something she specifically learned in her previous life so she could massage her own grandmother.
Even though there had been a traditional Chinese doctor at home, her grandmother preferred her touch, saying her hands were warm and comforting.
Later, her grandmother passed away.
She never used that skill again.
Unexpectedly, it was useful here.
Song Tang refocused, her hands never stopping.
After only a few motions, Grandma Luo already felt how professional the technique was.
This girl really knew what she was doing.
“Elder, is the pressure okay?”
Grandma Luo closed her eyes comfortably. “Yes, keep it like this.”
Song Tang smiled. “Alright.”
After a while, Song Tang suddenly spoke again.
“Elder, there is something I’m not sure whether I should say.”
Grandma Luo opened her eyes. “What is it?”
Song Tang slowed her movements, her tone becoming slightly serious.
“When I was massaging you just now, I sensed a stagnant energy.”
Grandma Luo frowned. “What do you mean?”
Song Tang explained calmly, “This energy is what’s causing your recent discomfort.”
“But the source is not within you.”
Grandma Luo became serious. “Then where is it from?”
Song Tang stepped in front of her and studied her face carefully, as if calculating.
“Is there someone in your family who has owed money to others for several years and never repaid it?”
Grandma Luo’s expression changed slightly.
The only person in her family who would fit that description… was her son.
Song Tang sighed softly.
“Elder, matters like this cannot be delayed.”
“Unpaid debts harm the debtor’s fortune. The resentment of the creditor lingers on your family.”
“In time, it will affect future generations.”
“Light cases bring career setbacks. Severe cases bring illness.”
Grandma Luo’s expression changed completely.
Her son’s business had indeed been struggling lately, and her grandson had also been frequently ill.
Song Tang stood up and brushed her Daoist robe.
“I only mention this casually, nothing more.”
She picked up her compass at her waist.
“Time is up, I must leave for my next destined place.”
A destined place?
Grandma Luo’s heart stirred.
Was meeting this Daoist priest here today arranged by fate?
Everything she said had been accurate.
It was hard not to believe. Seeing her about to leave, Grandma Luo quickly grabbed her sleeve.
“Daoist priest, please wait!”
Song Tang turned back. “Is there something else?”