Manager Zhao's Downfall

Manager Zhao knew far too little.

Back when he was in Stone Rock County, the difference was like Heaven and earth.

In Stone Rock County, he had counted as someone important.

But in the Imperial Capital, he was a mud-legged peasant among mud-legged peasants.

He had not even heard the rumors circulating in the streets.

All he knew was firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

All he thought about was how to escape the Imperial Capital and where his next meal would come from.

Especially after Mingyue came to rely on him, his life became even harder.

He had even less inclination to inquire about the news around him.

Chu Qing consoled him. "Manager Zhao!"

Manager Zhao said softly, "Master Qing, just call me Wuji, or call me Little Zhao!"

Chu Qing fell silent.

After a moment, he said, "Senior Sister Hongxiu... has treated me well!"

"You... needn't be like this!"

Manager Zhao fell silent.

Chu Qing said, "Listen, from now on, don't go anywhere else."

"Just stay here."

"Then manage the Earth Tower!"

"I'll teach you some secret transmissions."

"I'll also give you some secret medicine so you can improve your cultivation!"

"You're too weak!"

Zhao Wuji wanted to cry.

Back then, he had stood high above, looking down on Chu Qing. He had even disdained to teach him martial arts personally.

Instead, he had had a disciple teach him the most basic Mantis Fist.

He had even kept some of its subtleties hidden up his sleeve.

Now—

Chu Qing stood high above.

He was humble as dust.

And Chu Qing opened his mouth and spoke of giving him secret transmissions.

That was something he had not even dared dream of before.

Truly—human affairs were as fickle as the clouds!

Zhao Wuji thanked Chu Qing again and again.

Chu Qing