Zhang Jue stared at White Horse coldly as he muttered to himself. "You have to pay close attention to every single move that Chester Wilson makes. Inform me of any plan he makes as soon as possible. Understand?"

"Understood, Sir." White Horse nodded like a chick bobbing its head as he agreed.

Who would not choose to live? He could not reject that.

"Master!"

A disciple walked up to them in a hurry with a panicked expression. "Master, Darryl Darby's personal maid and the stone chest are missing—"

'What?'

Zhang Jue stood up abruptly; his face turned livid with rage as he roared. "Did not I instruct you to be more cautious in guarding against them? Idiots, you're all idiots! Get others to search for them now!"

He had planned to let Jewel soak in the ice-cold river for a night so that it would be easier for him to produce the elixir. He did not expect that she would go missing with the chest.

"Yes, Master!" The disciple sweated profusely when he responded before he ran off hurriedly