"But this way of playing has been passed down for five thousand years. How can we change it?" The long-haired woman looked at her long nails, troubled.
"We need to introduce fresh blood." The man with the folding fan chuckled.
"Who is the fresh blood?"
"The man behind the new Rank 10."
"Oh, I hadn't really noticed him. From what they said, he's only the new Rank 10's student. How could he be fresh blood?"
"A disciple need not be inferior to his master." The man with the folding fan smiled again.
Only he could see how truly formidable that man was.
As for how he had seen it, when the other man had watched his teacher, Luo Qi, successfully attain Rank 10, there had not been a trace of Greed Demon or envy in his eyes. Unlike the others, who had all looked as though they wished they could take his place.
That showed he disdained those things, just as he had never cared for the few coarse buns in the hands of the poor.
In a large residence, Luo Qi was playing chess in the backyard.
After attaining Rank 10, he found that he had finally adapted to this unfamiliar life.
Wenren Sheng had been right. Even in a feudal era, with abundant cheap labor, he could still enjoy a comfortable life not much different from modern times.
The dry latrine had been converted into a flush toilet, with a bluestone drainage channel below it. Outside stood a large water tank, and whenever the master used the toilet, two servants immediately took charge of adding water to the tank.
With the running water flushing through, he could no longer smell the slightest foul odor.
As for the climate, when the weather turned hot, the household had a