With such an immense debt of gratitude owed to him, the other elders would not object at present even if he stayed on the mountain forever, let alone for a short visit.
People changed with the times; that was only natural. In the morning, he had been a wayward disciple they were desperate to expel. By evening, he had become an honored guest of the sect.
Still, their attitudes had reversed so quickly that even Mount Wukang's senior leaders found it hard to adjust.
That went doubly for the disciples of the Disciplinary Affairs Court.
Bian Weiying summoned someone to arrange suitable lodgings for Shi Chun, but he politely declined, saying he had grown used to staying at the Disciplinary Affairs Court and would rather remain there.
And so Pang Tiansheng, who was busy ordering people around at the Disciplinary Affairs Court, was dumbfounded again. Then he vacated his own room, the best one there, once more.
Afterward, he ran off to find Bian Weiying again, hoping to discover what exactly was going on. He felt utterly uncertain and terribly afraid. Who could stand getting beaten up all the time?
After greeting his old acquaintances at the Disciplinary Affairs Court, Shi Chun set his sights on the enormous stone mill in the middle of the courtyard and circled it several times.
The material used to make this huge stone mill was none other than something sourced right here on Mount Wukang, cut from that gigantic "tree stump."
Other courtyards also contained similar objects made from locally sourced material. Some buildings had even been carved directly into the "tree stump" as a single whole. But he was not particularly familiar with those places. He felt this stone mill served little purpose sitting here and could be put to his use instead.