After quietly savoring the lingering sensation of fortune settling upon him and the spirit veins pouring into him, Li Chen gave a light cough, glanced at the sky, and said, "Everyone, the wine ran out long ago, and it is getting late. Taibai really must take his leave!"
There were more than forty-eight thousand nine hundred poems in the Complete Tang Poems. Surely he could not bring them all over? He lacked that ability anyway. After making progress in his cultivation, he had gradually recalled some of those he had read before and engraved them deep within his divine soul, but this was hardly the occasion to use them all in one breath.
With his cultivation advancing at just this moment, it was time to quit while he was ahead.
Huaxiangrong, the queen of courtesans, wept like falling rain. "This humble woman has only the fleeting beauty of reeds and willows. If you would not disdain me, I am willing to redeem my own contract and enter your household as a maid!"
She was a celebrated courtesan renowned throughout Capital Splendor. Even high officials and nobles could not see her whenever they pleased, yet at this moment, she willingly offered herself as a maid, and no one thought anything amiss.
A burly man carrying a broad saber on his back, his curling beard bristling like halberds, also spoke in great emotion. "I am a saber wielder from Guanzhong, and I would gladly serve as a hound at your door!"
He was a renowned chivalrous rogue cultivator, a Great Martial Master of the Martial Dao. Had he entered the court's service, he could even have become a general, yet he too bowed before the Green Lotus Hermit's talent.
"I would gladly serve as a hound at your door!"
How many hearts