Upon hearing this, Ye Qing was even more aggrieved and said, "Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
"You didn't ask me, so why should I say anything?" Old Wang Ba shrugged and said, "Besides, Eighth Master knows so much, I know so much about this world. If I had to tell you every single thing, could you handle it all?"
Ye Qing retorted indignantly, "I asked you about Zi Yu and you didn't say anything either!"
"That's different; the time wasn't right. If I told you, it would only mess things up," Old Wang Ba waved his hand at Ye Qing and said, "Stop wasting time, hurry up and call someone to find that dead fatty! Are you seriously going to let him sell those famed instruments?"
"Oh, right." Ye Qing quickly pulled out his phone, just about to call Li Lianshan and the others when it suddenly struck him. He turned to Old Wang Ba and said, "Wait a minute, since you know everything, why don't you just tell me where that dead fatty is hiding now? Why even make a call?"
