August 10, morning, the Zeng Family's Sky-Gazing Pavilion.
The sandalwood incense curled through the pavilion, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
Li Wei, Gu Jinzhi, Zeng Yi, Min Zimo, and Su Mo sat cross-legged on five meditation cushions in the center of the hall.
The current head of the Zeng Family, Zeng Yi's grandfather, Zeng Aijia, who possessed Grandmaster cultivation, sat high in the seat of honor, his expression tranquil.
The head of the Zeng Family had a mixed-race face with a high nose and deep-set eyes, yet he had inexplicably put on a loose Daoist robe.
His gaze swept over the five people below. He gave a slight nod and asked, "'Sovereign,' 'Consort,' 'Warrior,' and 'Retainer'—how are you planning to divide the four positions?"
He did not mention the "Consort" position.
This group consisted of four men and one woman. Li Wei was the only woman, so the "Consort" position naturally belonged to her.
"I'm the 'Retainer'!" Zeng Yi was the first to leap forward, his face practically glowing with smugness.
Zeng Aijia's eyelid twitched. What? Was choosing the "Retainer" position something to be proud of?
Of the five positions, the "Retainer" was the most idle, nothing more than a role for tagging along and doing nothing.
Min Zimo spoke next, his voice low and concise. "I'm the 'Warrior.'"
Gu Jinzhi immediately prepared to speak.
However, Su Mo, who had been stealing sidelong glances at Li Wei ever since entering, beat him to it.
"Patriarch Zeng, this junior would like to exchange positions with Young Master Gu."
"He's only at Minor Perfection, yet he's occupying the 'Sovereign' position. Isn't that inappropriate?"
The moment those words left his mouth, four gazes—from Gu Jinzhi, Li Wei, Min Zimo, and Zeng Yi—swished toward Su Mo and pinned him in place.
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