"Reporting on the regulations?" Elder Qingfeng picked at his ear. "Go ahead, then."
Yun Shu cleared her throat and reported everything to Qingfeng, item by item.
But as she spoke, Yun Shu began to feel that something was off.
Qingfeng, the master of a peak,
was currently clinging to Li Ping'an's leg, the tears at the corners of his eyes still wet.
He had not taken in a single word Yun Shu said.
Instead, Li Ping'an, the disciple, sat in the peak master's seat, nodding from time to time.
He offered his assessment. "Mm, this one's good. I think there are a few problems with this rule..."
Yun Shu blinked her big, cute eyes in confusion.
Just... who was the peak master here!?
Before long, Yun Shu was ready to take her leave.
Qingfeng said, "Stay and have a meal with us. My little Ping'an's cooking is delicious."
Yun Shu politely declined. "Thank you for your kindness, Martial Uncle, but I still have to report to the other peaks."
Just as she stepped outside, she saw an ox holding an ox hoof and gnawing away with great relish.
As she left Heaven-Reaching Peak, Yun Shu thought to herself.
This Heaven-Reaching Peak really is strange.
Counting his previous savings and the relief funds he had obtained from Qingfeng,
he had finally scraped together enough to cover all the expenses.
He arrived at a weapons shop in the Marketplace.
The shopkeeper looked like a pig butcher, holding a gleaming long saber.
Beside him stood a pot of boiling water.
"Old Zhu, do you still have those Gold Brick Stones I had my eye on?"
"Yes! How many do you want?"
"Give me a hundred to start with."
"Pfft!!"
Old Zhu spat out a mouthful of water.
"...Wh-what do you need so