In the Firewood Courtyard, Lin Ke sat on his little stool, talking with several others.
Chen An and Ning Caichen sat directly on the ground.
Before them stood the newly recruited candidates for steward.
They had already sworn oaths to heaven and earth and to the Sage Emperor, pledging their loyalty to Lin Ke.
Having sworn to heaven and earth and to the Sage Emperor, the three of them were essentially guaranteed not to break their vows.
Otherwise, they would die outright, their cultivation extinguished.
Now that they had entered the service of the Lin Residence, the first thing Lin Ke wanted to do was gain a detailed understanding of their abilities.
The interviews had been too brief and cursory for him to learn much.
"Gentlemen, shall I go first?"
The Gu Folk chuckled. "Everyone, my appearance is not particularly pleasing to the eye. Please prepare yourselves."
With that, he slowly lowered his hood.
Beneath it was not the old man Lin Ke had imagined, but a young man of seventeen or eighteen, only about a meter and a half tall.
There was a small black hole between the youth's brows. Behind it, there was no skull, only pitch-black darkness.
At the same time, eight black holes of varying sizes were arranged symmetrically around his eyes, cheeks, lips, and nostrils.
Nine black holes in all, each pitch-black!
His neck was densely covered in scale-like tissue, while the skin farther down bore holes of various sizes, much like the one in his forehead.
He looked downright creepy!
Chen An and Ning Caichen, who had seen little of the world, were already stunned.
Even Zhuge Li and Pei Qian looked somewhat surprised.
They had heard of the Gu Folk in the Southern Man lands of the far south, but had never seen