Gourd
The city lord was dazed for a moment.
He rubbed his forehead.
No wonder his senior brother, the previous city lord, had said that being a city lord was a bitter job.
Now he understood it deeply.
There was endless official business and countless documents.
There was not even a tiny sliver of leisure.
No wonder the mortal world was the greatest tempering ground for people.
For recluses like them, these large and small worldly affairs alone were enough to make one dizzy and muddleheaded.
Yet that was not the most important part.
While handling these affairs, he could always think of better methods—or rather, more advantageous ones.
One moment, he was still considering the feasibility of one option; the next, his thoughts had leaped to another similar approach.
Mortal affairs were like a tangled ball of thread that could not be cut apart, with no clue where to begin.
One could start anywhere, and any solution was a solution.
Cultivation was different.
If one could not comprehend something, then one simply could not comprehend it.
On one hand, there was enlightenment that could not be grasped; on the other, one had to preserve the spirit and refine qi, which consumed a cultivator's great deal of time. If he spent more time on such inconsequential matters, he could forget about accomplishing anything great in this lifetime.
"Those who came before were right. Delegate all miscellaneous affairs, while I cultivate my own Dao."
After weighing it all, this still brought more benefits than harm.
Of course, it also better served his own interests. It would not have been impossible for him to sink into this place and become a patriarch enjoying wealth, glory, and splendor, but he still wanted to return to the Eastern Wasteland, to the grounds of the