Changing Color

"Wei Lin became a Grandmaster?"

Liang Qu's expression shifted the moment he heard.

But on second thought—

It was only to be expected, perfectly reasonable.

Wei Lin had originally been one of the Imperial Capital's outstanding talents of his generation. With his exceptional strength, powerful background, and his character of "never yielding half a step" and "rather breaking than retreating," it would have been stranger if he had failed after taking up the post of Chief Supervisor at the River Conservancy Office and charging to the front line against the Ghost Mother Sect.

"It shouldn't be wrong. The Prefectural Office was especially lively today. The River Conservancy Office set up a huge flowing banquet right outside its gates, and anyone could go eat." Chen Jiechang set down the paper box in his hand.

"What dishes were there?"

"Big northern dishes. Several huge vats of pickled cabbage and blood sausage, plus a massive pot of pork, cabbage, and vermicelli stew. The cooks poured in half a bottle of soy sauce and half a bottle of sesame oil, serving basin after basin. Whoever came got a bowl, chopsticks, and a helping of white rice.

"Tsk, fragrant polished rice! As much as you could eat! The roads before and behind were packed solid. People who lived farther away couldn't get any at all. I even saw Uncle Chen—he ran over to join the fun too."

Lin Songbao's brows danced as he described it vividly, as though a basin of steaming hot food had truly been placed on the table before them, white vapor rushing straight into their noses.

Liang Qu grinned. "Everyone got a share. What a grand gesture. Commander Wei must be overjoyed to spend so freely today."

"Of course. He got two hundred extra years of life for free—two hundred more