Lü Yan was the first to take his leave. Chen Ping'an wished this Pure Yang True Person, hailed as the foremost among Golden Cores, a smooth and successful journey of experience.
Mountain Lord Chen also offered an auspicious blessing, hoping the senior's Dao heart would be as full and round as the moon on the fifteenth.
Feng Xuetao was puzzled. The moon waxing and waning was the natural order; by rights, fullness meant decline. Was that really a good thing to say?
Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and could only explain to dense Feng with an Inner Voice: as the saying went, the moon on the sixteenth was fuller than the moon on the fifteenth.
Feng Xuetao was speechless for a moment. When it came to speaking as a person, Mountain Lord Chen truly possessed unique learning.
Chen Ping'an went to see Xing Yun and Liu Shui, the two local sword cultivators from Sword Qi Great Wall, and spoke with them about the customs and local color of Savage World.
Cui Dongshan could not sit still for even a moment. He immediately dragged Feng Xuetao off the Tong Yin Ferry Boat and asked whether this Ascension Realm cultivator had any interest in finding a position at Qingping Sword Sect. He could treat it as helping out a brother. Since their friendship had reached the door and the wine had been drunk to the brim, they would not speak of money, lest it hurt brotherly affection. Feng Xuetao had already suffered a crushing loss at Jiang Shangzhen's hands, so he only kept politely declining and evading. Besides, he truly did not feel that he and Sect Master Cui were the same kind of people. Once they reached shore, they walked through streets and alleys ablaze with lantern light, while the White