On rainy days, each held an umbrella, talking without pause and laughing as they chatted at length.
Zhu Lian had stolen a moment from his busy schedule to come to the mountain gate archway and personally offer Old Immortal Jia his congratulations.
Old Immortal Jia often came down to the foot of the mountain to exchange a few intimate words with the meritorious Immortal Master Wei.
Calling everyone a confidant within the Four Seas, seeing anyone and immediately swearing brotherhood—such deep friendships, after long association, were in fact commonplace.
The old cook and Old Immortal Jia were not that sort. Their fine friendship had accumulated year after year, day after day; it was like soup simmered slowly over a gentle flame until the flavor emerged, or a small drink that brought out true hearts.
Luopo Mountain now had two Cross-Continent Ferries. One was the Wind Kite Ferry Boat that Mountain Lord Chen had "bought" through his own abilities from the Xuanmi Dynasty in the Middle Earth; the other was the brand-new Thunder Chariot purchased from the Great Quan Yao family of Tongye Continent. Jia Sheng, who had not long been the Wind Kite Ferry Boat's second manager, was about to be promoted. Before entering seclusion, the Mountain Lord had decided to make Old Immortal Jia the chief manager of the Thunder Chariot ferry. As for who would protect the Cross-Continent Ferry on its journey, Jia Sheng was also allowed to choose for himself.
Old Immortal Jia understood the refined meaning upon hearing the strings: they were going to make a move against the lower sect.
Old Immortal Jia, already serving as a lecturer at Qingping Sword Sect's academy, naturally had no qualms about putting that old face of his to use.
Zhu Lian said Old Immortal Jia would have plenty