August 12.
Jiang Man sat on the stone stool in the Small Courtyard, holding a shaobing and nibbling at it slowly.
Lately, there had been more and more rumors about Fang Yong, spreading from whispers among Golden Core disciples to discussions even in the Outer Sect.
Listening to all the rumors about Fang Yong, Jiang Man had formed a guess.
But he could only tell what the other man intended to do, not what the specific matter was.
"He's selling himself with such enthusiasm. He probably struck it rich overnight." Jiang Man took a bite of shaobing, chewed twice, and swallowed, a touch of melancholy in his voice. "He didn't bring me along at all this time, which means he wants to keep the whole feast to himself."
The Old Yellow Ox chewed grass and casually asked, "What have you had to sell lately?"
Jiang Man thought it over. Although what he had done lately was no small matter, there really wasn't much he could sell within the sect.
"So it's my fault?" Jiang Man couldn't help asking.
The Old Yellow Ox didn't answer, merely tugging up another mouthful of grass and stuffing it into his mouth.
Jiang Man shook his head helplessly. "Forget it. We'll find out after a while."
"Why don't you just go ask him?" the Old Yellow Ox asked.
"Who knows whether anyone's watching him?" Jiang Man said with a shrug.
The Heavenly Dog jumped down from the eaves and crouched in the middle of the courtyard, looking up at him. After tossing it a piece of shaobing, Jiang Man took out paper and a brush and wrote Song Qing a letter.
He had Chang Qiwen deliver it.
He wouldn't go himself, for fear of encountering the Bai Family Ancestor.
He had noticed that the man