Raging waves, crashing tides!
Whale swells, alligator breakers!
Waves overturning, billows surging!
At this very moment, Shen Tang's feelings defied description, her brain overloaded by the sheer shock. She blinked blankly, the urge to complain bursting at the seams.
"Uh... this Way of the Scholar would have a hard time getting an offer."
"Of... what?"
Qi Shan was led astray by her utterly unexpected response.
"It means a notice of employment, but that's not important." The offer was not the point. The point was—"Forgive my lack of imagination, but no matter how I think about it, I can't see where your Way of the Scholar would be useful. Who would be bored enough to hire an aide or retainer to kill themselves?"
Qi Shan said nothing.
He was not speaking, but Shen Tang had a mouth, and it showed no sign of stopping. "Let me think—right, you could be a spy, an infiltrator. Plant yourself under someone else's command, activate your Way of the Scholar, and wouldn't the enemy leader die without a sound?"
Qi Shan's face darkened. "You can even come up with a scheme like that, Young Master Shen. Should I praise you for your quick wits?"
Seeing his expression, Shen Tang gradually fell silent.
Amid her embarrassment, she also guessed that the "Master-Slaying" Qi Shan spoke of was not the Master-Slaying she had imagined. The route of infiltrating the enemy as a spy was a dead end. She instinctively sat up straight and assumed an attentive posture, making Qi Shan laugh despite himself.
Qi Shan had not intended to explain in detail, but seeing Young Master Shen being so well-behaved, the pent-up gloom in his chest seemed to ease by seventy or eighty percent with a sigh. He said, "It is not difficult when put plainly. If