Crouching Tiger Manor, the second floor of the Logistics Office.
Morning sunlight streamed through the carved wooden windows onto the floor.
Mo Yun stood before the counter, staring rather speechlessly at Uncle Qin reclining in a wooden chair.
First thing in the morning, this unfathomable old man was already engrossed in an unspeakably raunchy little picture book, his face glowing as he occasionally let out a suggestive chuckle or two.
Uncle Qin was Uncle Qin, all right. Old in years, young at heart. With that kind of vigor, he truly was a model for us all... Mo Yun silently snarked.
Only after quite a while did Uncle Qin seem to notice that someone had arrived.
Reluctantly, he put down the picture book, its pages already curled from repeated reading, and casually tucked it into his robe. He cleared his throat twice to mask his embarrassment, then assumed an elder's dignified air as he looked at Mo Yun. "Kid, here to buy pills again?"
"Yes, sir." Mo Yun nodded with easy familiarity.
Uncle Qin slowly rose, walked behind the counter, and opened the thick register.
But when his gaze swept over Mo Yun's latest registration details, his page-turning hand abruptly froze.
He rubbed his cloudy old eyes hard, then stared fixedly at the register as though he had seen a ghost.
"First-Class Guard?!"
Uncle Qin snapped his head up and stared at Mo Yun in utter astonishment, his voice brimming with disbelief. "You brat... when did you become a First-Class Guard?"
Mo Yun smiled modestly and scratched his head. "I got lucky. A couple of days ago, on a whim, I accidentally broke through to dark force. The Village Master happened to catch me, so he made an exception and promoted me to First-Class Guard."
"You've already reached dark force?!!"
Uncle