Su Miao leaned against a corridor pillar, watching the lights of ten thousand homes blink on one by one. The wind from Holy City swept past, carrying the scent of grass and trees, along with the lingering festivity of the wedding.
Just as she was about to head back for a proper rest, Iron Abacus's deeply wrinkled old face popped out from the other side of the pillar.
"Sect Master,"
Iron Abacus rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming sharply.
"For the venue of your celebration, I'd like to choose Jinao Island. It's spacious and can hold plenty of people, and besides—"
He lowered his voice.
"I also want to invite a few factions friendly with Farm Teachings. What do you think?"
Su Miao pressed a hand to her forehead helplessly.
"I said it was an internal celebration."
To her surprise, Iron Abacus replied with perfect confidence, looking utterly guiltless.
"It is an internal celebration,"
"But they're voluntarily bringing gifts. I can't exactly turn gifts away, can I?"
"Is that reasonable?"
"No one in the world dislikes money, unless there's something wrong with them!"
Seeing how righteously indignant he looked, Su Miao could not help curling her lips into a smile.
Iron Abacus was still Iron Abacus. After all this time, he was still the same.
Her fingertips lightly tapped the corridor pillar. She remained silent for quite a while, and the tapping made Iron Abacus's heart grow hairy. His originally ramrod-straight back unconsciously sagged by half an inch, and he rubbed his hands even more diligently.
Iron Abacus tentatively added, "Sect Master... I'm only thinking of building up more reserves for the sect. Later on, whether we expand or renovate, won't we have a little more confidence?"
Only then did Su Miao shake her head. She looked up at