Quan Fu lineage.
Chen Ping'an took Xiao Mo through corridors and passageways to pay a visit to Gao Yehou.
Gao Yehou stood at the door to welcome them, joking, "How did it feel strolling around your own territory? Not bad, right?"
In Ascension City today, who did not know that the office most supportive of Yin Guan Chen Ping'an was not even the Summer Palace, where Sword Immortals were few in number, but this Quan Fu, where the clatter of abacuses shook the heavens.
There had once been a young sword cultivator who failed to steal a couplet while playing thief, and he had directly declared:
"If I hear so much as one bad word about Second Shopkeeper, then sorry—when you come to Quan Fu to handle business in the future, just wait to be made to wear shoes a size too small."
Chen Ping'an pulled over a chair and sat down. Getting straight to the point, he said, "Gao the God of Wealth, shouldn't you thank me first?"
Xiao Mo stood outside the door. He could tell that his young master was very popular here, though the cultivators of this place did not seem to dare take the initiative to greet him.
Gao Yehou asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean by that?"
Chen Ping'an clicked his tongue. "You're pretending to be confused when you know perfectly well?"
Gao Yehou smiled. "Please speak plainly, Yin Guan."
Chen Ping'an shook his head. "Forget it. I'll just take it as playing the lute to a cow."
Gao Yehou said with a chuckle, "How about putting it another way: batting your eyelashes at a blind man. That would be more accurate."
Cursing others by cursing oneself first had once been the unique secret of the Summer Palace lineage.
If I cursed myself