Wang Daoyuan announced that he was taking Feng Lin under his wing, and everyone else was somewhat disappointed.
As the saying went, birds of a feather flock together. Wang Daoyuan clearly knew this fellow was no good, yet he still took him in.
Most likely, he liked glib-tongued people and looked down on those who were steady and hardworking.
No matter how capable they were at sweet talk, they could not compare to Feng Lin, an old hand at it.
Though the crowd's enthusiasm had faded, Wang Daoyuan still wanted to recruit a few ordinary disciples to help with odd jobs.
If he was going to put on an act, he had to see it through. Most Rogue Cultivators who had managed to make something of themselves were no simple characters.
If he did not form cliques and cultivate a small force of his own, that would be the abnormal thing.
Wang Daoyuan glanced at Feng Lin. "My wife and I intend to select ten ordinary disciples. The work is very simple.
You will do nothing more than help refine materials and watch over the Artifact Refining Cauldron while magic tools are being nurtured.
Help me pick a few who are steady, hardworking, and skilled.
If you cannot manage that, then you are of no value."
Feng Lin was also a shameless rascal, the sort who enjoyed himself for as long as he could.
He knew he could not remain useful to the stewards forever. All he could do was make the most of his usefulness while it lasted and enjoy himself for a while.
He pointed at the middle-aged cultivator who had mocked him earlier. "This fellow is called Shen Ming. Though his temper is not very good, he truly is diligent and capable.
He is also extremely skilled