Su Shi'er's gaze fell on the boy attendant ahead, and for a moment, he was somewhat dazed.
Back then, when he had been about the same age as this boy attendant, he too had been an outermost menial disciple of the Yun Ge Sect.
In those days, an easy assignment like guarding the gate would never have fallen to him. All he could do was watch over the Waste Pill Room, a thoroughly thankless task.
But now, in his eyes, there was no real difference between the two.
Seeing Su Shi'er say nothing and merely stare at him in a daze,
the gatekeeper boy attendant grew increasingly wary and immediately spoke again. "Fellow Daoist, why do you remain silent?!"
As he spoke, he secretly clasped several low-tier talismans in his hand.
"Little fellow, there is no need to be nervous. This old man merely came to see your Sect Master about something."
Only then did Su Shi'er come back to himself. With a calm smile, he spoke.
Hmm? This little fellow was rather interesting!
With a sweep of his gaze, how could he not see what the little fellow before him was thinking?
Being a gatekeeper boy attendant at a sect's residence was naturally a fine assignment, especially in a great sect like the Yun Ge Sect.
People came and went every day. It was not uncommon for inner disciples of the sect, or even friends of Peak Masters, to come calling.
When they passed through the sect gate, if they were in a particularly good mood, they would inevitably give out a few rewards.
Cultivation resources that were insignificant to senior cultivators could be priceless treasures in the hands of Qi Refining Stage cultivators, things they might have to exhaust immense effort to obtain.
And the larger the sect's