Wuzhuzi's name sounded like that of a rogue cultivator from the wilds, some cave master or fortress lord. What respectable great clan would call themselves that? Yet when this man appeared before Liu Xiaolou, he shattered Liu Xiaolou's usual assumptions. He was elegantly dressed, proper in bearing, and looked every inch like a disciple of some great sect.
Liu Xiaolou had initially assumed he had been introduced by some impotent young master and was merely concealing his name. Yet when the man opened his mouth, he said nothing about formations.
"Now that Sect Master Liu has returned to the mountain, how do you find it?"
The question left Liu Xiaolou baffled. "How do I find what?"
Wuzhuzi smiled faintly. "Back at Shenwu Mountain, Sect Master Liu held the honored status of a son-in-law. You moved among great clans and entered blessed realms, clad in brocade and fed on fine food, surrounded by music and strings. Now, in these remote wilderness mountains, no one attends to your daily needs, and no one heeds your commands. Have you grown used to it?"
The moment Liu Xiaolou heard that, his expression darkened.
Seeing this, Wuzhuzi felt utterly reassured, thinking the matter was already thirty percent settled. He continued, "Perhaps Sect Master Liu has not yet realized it, but within Wulong Mountain, your esteemed name has long soared into the heavens..."
Liu Xiaolou suddenly interrupted him. "Fellow Daoist, do you mean to advise me to make a great show of things and expand my disciples and followers?"
Wuzhuzi froze. "...Sect Master Liu... what do you think?"
Liu Xiaolou sneered. "How many men can Fellow Daoist provide to wave banners and shout, to bolster the prestige of my Three Xuan Sect?"
Wuzhuzi said joyfully, "That is no problem. Though I am unworthy, my connections are