Four Limbs Disciples, Joining the Society and Entering the Jar

After some discussion, Fang Shu could not resist Tian Jinmao's enthusiasm. He nodded and agreed to go take a look at the house, even indicating that if it truly was good and cheap, he could indeed rent it.

After setting a time to meet the next day, Tian Jinmao left cheerfully.

Once the demon had gone and Fang Shu returned to his room at the inn, the smile on his face slowly faded.

Frowning in thought, he muttered inwardly, "Good and cheap, at the edge of the market..."

After a long while, he touched the Flood Dragon Spine Hundred-Gu Banner in his topknot and sighed softly. "After all, he is a nephew Old Mountain Lord thinks highly of. Better give him a chance."

What Tian Jinmao had done came at a rather timely moment for Fang Shu as he was now.

But Fang Shu was not one of those foolish little demons who had only just arrived at Floating Mountain. He keenly sensed that something about it was amiss.

Of course, Tian Jinmao might truly have stumbled upon a good opportunity and come to call on him as a good brother. Or perhaps someone had set their sights on Tian Jinmao, while the fellow remained entirely unaware.

Thoughts churned in his mind, but Fang Shu promptly suppressed these distracting notions. He continued sitting cross-legged in his room, steadily tempering his cultivation.

The next day.

Fang Shu emerged as promised and found Tian Jinmao at a small stall outside the inn.

Compared with yesterday, Tian Jinmao was even more cheerful today, as though life had suddenly given him something to strive for. Its long robe was spotless, and it was slick-haired and powdered-faced from head to toe, happily eating a bowl of tofu pudding.

When it saw Fang Shu approach, Tian