The Young Master Doesn't Lack Money.
The tower ship rode the wind and smashed through the waves, racing into the sky.
The young men and women aboard the ship were all bursting with excitement. They came to the railings and gazed into the distance, taking in the boundless splendor of heaven and earth.
Lin Bai and Yi Gu were on the deck at the ship's bow.
The view here was excellent. Standing there, they could take in everything ahead and on both sides.
"Brother Lin, the spot I found is scenic, isn't it?" Yi Gu said with a laugh. "Since ancient times, on every spirit boat and ship, the best view has always been at the bow."
"From here, you can not only see the magnificent mountains and rivers, but the breeze brushing against your face is also refreshing to the spirit."
Lin Bai smiled. "Sounds like Brother Yi knows how to enjoy life."
Yi Gu laughed. "Brother Lin, don't laugh at me, but before anything happened to my old master, I was a genuine wastrel—the kind of young scoundrel from the storytelling plays who bullied men and preyed on women."
"I once enjoyed the height of worldly glory and wealth, and I even set foot in the halls of the Saints."
"But what of it? It was all nothing more than fleeting clouds and smoke."
"Instead, what happened to the old master this time made me rein in my horse at the edge of the cliff. I suppose it was a stroke of fortune."
As Yi Gu spoke of these things, a trace of bitterness and desolation appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Brother Lin, do you believe that I possess a cultivation talent unrivaled beneath the heavens?"
Yi Gu asked Lin Bai with great seriousness.
Lin Bai