The Problem of Money

Inside the thatched cottage stood an enormous square table, around which four old men in different attire were playing mahjong with fiery enthusiasm. A smaller table beside them held pastries, dried fruit, and tea, but no one had the leisure to touch them. It was clear the battle was at its height.

Looking for inspiration, were you?

The three of them curled their lips at the sight. They had thought he had gone in search of Dao resonance or to comprehend sword intent, but after all this fuss, he was playing mahjong. If that was all it took, wouldn't everyone in Shushan be a king of inspiration?

Chen An said quietly, "Those three are the heads of nearby immortal sects. They're also the companions my master looks for when seeking inspiration."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and saluted the elder seated in the eastern position. "Master, I have several friends from Shushan who wish to see you. They have a matter for which they seek your help."

The elder wore a gray robe with purple lapels. His face was long and lean, his brows slanted over phoenix eyes, and a sharp air lingered between his eyebrows. He was Chen Buyan, master of the Sword Cottage. Hearing Chen An's words, he nodded lightly. "Wait until I finish this round."

"Yes." Chen An answered, then retreated to Chu Liang and the others. "That's all I can do. We'll have to wait until my master finishes this round."

"That shouldn't take long." Chu Liang said indifferently.

"By a round, they mean waiting for the sundial outside to make one full turn." Chen An pointed into the courtyard, where a sundial cast its shadow beneath the sun.

"Isn't that an entire day?" Lin Bei exclaimed. "The old brothers are in pretty good shape.