It seemed these were the avenues rogue cultivators used to earn money and advance their cultivation.
Once Old Nine finished speaking, he gave Fang Qianyuan no chance to object and took him toward a long street in West City.
"I only learned about this from a friend. The Baili Household's people have probably been waiting here for several days already, and they'll leave as soon as they have enough recruits. We need to hurry over and have a look. If we miss this chance, there'll probably be others heading north, but the pay might not be nearly as generous!"
Chatting along the way, Fang Qianyuan arrived before a lavishly decorated mansion in the western district of the inner city.
This had been the residence of a powerful local family. As the aristocratic clans declined, many of their descendants had moved elsewhere, leaving only these old mansions to preserve traces of their former glory.
Such places were mostly rented out to wealthy and distinguished travelers. Apparently, the Baili Household's young lady was staying here temporarily.
The two entered the front hall and saw a middle-aged man in brocade with a drooping mustache sitting at ease, one leg crossed over the other, drinking tea. A young servant stood beside him, all smiles, saying something to him.
Seeing the two enter, the middle-aged man in brocade unhurriedly set down his teacup, cleared his throat, and asked, "What brings you two here?"
"I am Jiu Qilin, a rogue cultivator from Mo City. May I ask whether you're recruiting here?" Old Nine asked.
"We are, but we've already filled all the positions. We're preparing to depart tomorrow at dawn..." the middle-aged man in brocade said with slight hesitation.
"So soon?" Old Nine was startled, looking somewhat taken aback.
"Of course. Our Baili Household offered twice