Shushan.
Qin Sheng opened his eyes again. He had been restless these past few days, unable to settle down and cultivate.
Ultimately, it all came back to what had happened at the Merit Pavilion that day.
He had originally intended to embarrass Li Ping'an, but who could have known the fellow would coolly accept a mission and leave without looking back?
Fuck!! That brat really fucking knew how to put on a show.
But... why did I think he looked so cool?
Σ(⊙▽⊙")
Qin Sheng hurriedly shook his head, shaking those inexplicable thoughts out of his mind.
Forget it. I can't keep cultivating.
I'll go out for a stroll.
The moment he stepped outside, he saw two inner disciples acting furtively nearby.
"What are you doing?" Qin Sheng asked.
"Nothing much. Taking bets."
Shushan disciples occasionally opened betting pools on various matters.
For instance, whether someone would successfully break through, or whether someone's first child would be a boy or a girl.
Some disciples enjoyed this and could earn Spirit Stones from it, too.
It was harmless fun.
Qin Sheng asked another question. "What are you betting on today?"
"Senior Brother Qin, you haven't heard?
"Elder Qingfeng recently made an exception and accepted a disciple, and the fellow went straight to the third floor of the Merit Pavilion.
"Everyone's betting on whether he can complete his mission and return alive."
Qin Sheng snorted and turned his hand over, producing a pouch filled with Spirit Stones.
"I bet fifty Spirit Stones that he can't finish it!"
The disciple stared in surprise at Qin Sheng's retreating figure. Senior Brother Qin had never liked this sort of thing.
Why had he changed his ways today?
The teahouse.
Some disciples with nothing better to do gathered in the teahouse, drinking tea and chatting.
There