Even the people running those crooked inns were getting sick of it. Pan Long himself was growing tired of eating for free and being chased down every day.
He didn't mind doing it now and then. It was a change of pace, a little lowbrow fun, and there was nothing wrong with that. But doing it every day had slowly drained the amusement from it.
Especially when every crooked inn ended up destroyed. Only the manner of its destruction changed, leaving him with a growing sense of, Is that all?
He might as well follow his original plan: take his blade, block the door, and cut them down one by one. At least that would be quick and clean!
Bi Lingkong watched his gloomy, increasingly irritable expression in the firelight and couldn't help sighing.
"You really are something. I don't even know what to say about you," she said. "Calling you untalented would be slander. Aside from A-You and a handful of others, I've never met anyone more gifted. My own talent certainly can't compare. If we studied the same art, one year of your progress would probably equal eight or ten of mine."
"And your temperament is excellent too. You've endured something you plainly dislike for so long. If it were me, I'd have started yelling and making a scene ages ago. I reckon only the Master has more patience than you. As for 'following your heart's desires,' you're already remarkable at the first half without studying a thing."
"But you can also be terribly stubborn. Once you charge down a dead-end alley, you refuse to come out. I doubt there are many people in the world more obstinate than you."
Pan Long gave a wry smile. "Are you praising me or criticizing me?"
"Hmm... three parts praise, ninety-seven