Peach blossoms were best viewed from a boat upon the water; the bright moon had to be admired while lying on a rooftop.
That was Cui Dongshan's crooked logic.
Feng Xuetao was like someone stuck to a lump of sticky taffy and could only follow the White Clad Young Man around on his aimless wanderings.
Feng Xuetao's patience and temper were not particularly good to begin with. Faced with someone like Cui Dongshan, there was nothing he could do. The key was that Cui Dongshan was an annoying chatterbox. He had not drunk his fill aboard the ship earlier, but he had certainly heard enough talk to fill his belly.
Cui Dongshan had not lied to Xie Gou. He had indeed followed the list in the Ministry of Justice's files and given every Qi cultivator who had presented travel documents a rough once-over.
The sites for the mountain offices had already been fully selected. This resulted in there being more official hats and empty chairs than Genealogical Cultivators. Qingping Sword Sect truly lacked manpower. If anyone was to blame, it was himself, the sect leader, for lacking sufficient prestige and being unable to gather heroes with a single wave of his arm.
Fortunately, aboard the Tong Yin Ferry Boat earlier, his teacher and Xie Gou had each recommended a Qi cultivator for different reasons. Xie Gou said that little girl had decent aptitude, while his teacher said that cultivator possessed good character.
After dragging Feng Xuetao around for a circuit, Cui Dongshan had decided to bring that young female cultivator with freckles on her face under his wing. As for the pretty girl named Jian Xiu, she remained under consideration.
Cui Dongshan asked mysteriously, "Brother Feng, what do you think of Kuai Kui's aptitude?"
Thinking he might have misjudged things,