Wen Xu: ...Don't say it—I'm a little jealous too.
A Conversation
With the year's end approaching, Founding Peak was naturally exceptionally busy. Though the Cultivation Realm did not place much importance on celebrating the Spring Festival, the sect's annual summary reports still had to be prepared. Added to that was the year-end tally of Sect Contribution Points, leaving the disciples responsible for this work so busy their feet barely touched the ground.
After resting up on the mountain for a few days, Bian Chunchou remembered that they had yet to submit the sect missions they had accepted. He hurried down Founding Peak to queue up, only to find that the line...
"This line is way too long, isn't it? Did everyone agree on this beforehand?"
"Exactly! Everyone's been saving up to exchange for some good things at year-end. Huh? Martial Uncle Bian? You've actually returned to the sect?" Then next year's Sect Grand Competition... Amitabha, may all the Golden Core martial uncles have a smooth journey.
This disciple was at Foundation Establishment. Having just finished gloating, he could not help feeling a little sorrowful as well. After all... the martial uncles who had entered the sect after them had leapt straight past the Foundation Establishment stage and charged into Golden Core. Was that not another kind of silent blow?
"We came back a few days ago. You're a new face—I don't think I've seen you much before?"
Bian Chunchou could strike up a conversation with anyone. With someone to chat about sect gossip, time passed quickly. Most of the missions they had taken this time had been completed. One had gone unfinished because the client had withdrawn the mission at the last minute, but when Wen Xu-Xu had accepted it, he had accounted for such unforeseen circumstances. Thus, even so,