The deck had its own fine scenery, slowing the red-haired cultivator's steps.
As he walked, Cui Wulang followed close behind.
Seeming to notice the cultivator's gaze, Cui Wulang respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Since you have already arrived, Senior, I must go attend to the trading affairs of the merchant guild."
"I will not linger here and disturb your refined enjoyment."
Only after seeing the red-haired cultivator nod did Cui Wulang happily depart.
Cui Wulang was secretly pleased that fortune was smiling upon him.
He had stumbled upon this grand opportunity to meet such a senior cultivator of the Taiyi Sect, and the other party was remarkably kind and easy to speak with.
Though he had not revealed his lineage, fortunately, he seemed willing to lend a hand.
That offhand manner and calm disposition clearly showed that he did not regard this as any grave matter.
"What a pity. If only E'er could enter this man's lineage as a disciple."
Cui Wulang was in no hurry.
Cultivators needed to build relationships too, did they not? He could not simply smash them with Spirit Stones. Such nouveau riche behavior was truly unwise and could easily provoke resentment. The more accomplished the cultivator, the less willing they were to bend their backs for Spirit Stones.
Some came from families with backgrounds towering into the heavens and simply did not care about Spirit Stones. Others had once been trapped by a lack of Spirit Stones in their early years and did not wish to remain trapped by them later in life, so the very sight of them often filled such people with distaste.
He did not know which kind this man was, but whichever it was, he would not make any needless display.
"Master, I heard that the Bai family found themselves