Ah, Sect Master Gu really was exceptionally sharp.
The moment Gu Wufang saw his junior martial uncle's expression, he understood in an instant. "What exactly is it? Something that can restrict your movements—was it meant to stop you from going down the mountain to prevent something?"
"...Sect Master, would you mind if Yonglu Mountain had a few more fireworks to embellish the New Year? Not many, just nine hundred and ninety-nine."
Gu Wufang: ...Junior Martial Uncle, you have a Mutated Wind Spiritual Root, not a mutated ice spiritual root. How could you say something so icy and bone-chilling?!
"You're joking, right?"
Wen Xu maintained his smile. "You know that Master has always liked things a little livelier."
Was that even a matter of liking liveliness or not? Gu Wufang could already imagine the sort of Communication Talisman jokes the old geezers from the other three sects would send him once Yonglu Mountain set off New Year fireworks. Of course, that was not even the main issue. The main issue was—
Nine hundred and ninety-nine volleys! The forty-nine volleys in Baigu City had already left him somewhat stretched thin. Wouldn't a thousand volleys have to burn through the entire night? Those who knew would say Yonglu Mountain was celebrating the New Year; those who did not would think Yonglu Mountain's Body Integration Divine Venerable had finally gone mad and intended to destroy the Cultivation Realm.
At that thought, he could not help revealing a weathered, slightly weary smile. "Won't you stop him?"
"...You think too highly of my abilities." Besides, with Master's temperament, if everyone took turns trying to persuade him, Master would only think nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine volleys were grand enough.
Gu Wufang spoke gloomily. "Tell me, if this Sect Master resigns from his position now, is