For cultivators of any sect, becoming an imperial prince's teacher was an immense honor.
As for supposedly ignoring the red dust of the mortal world, that ultimately depended on whether that red dust was red enough.
For disciples of major sects like Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu, trading years of cultivation for such an honor held little appeal.
But becoming the Divine Emperor's teacher was naturally another matter.
More importantly, Xiang Wanshu was not asking on his own behalf.
Only now did Gu Qing learn that he had entered Prince Jing Xin's Residence—there was much speculation in the cultivation world about why the Green Mountain Sect had suddenly become involved in the Imperial Clan's affairs. The Zhongzhou Sect, which should by rights have been the most wary, had remained silent all along. Now, at last, it could no longer hold back.
"Divine End Peak owes Consort Hu a favor. Your Senior Brother Tong Yan knows the particulars."
Gu Qing gave that answer and said nothing more.
Xiang Wanshu naturally did not believe him, but there was nothing he could do.
However precious those few pieces of fruit were, eating them could only take so long. With their probing yielding no results, there was naturally no reason to continue the conversation, and the two took their leave.
Gu Qing returned to the Jing Residence, greeted Jing Shang and the others, and went back to his room.
Looking at the accumulated snow outside the window, he suddenly recalled the scene of brewing tea on Divine End Peak that year, and went to the rear garden.
There were now many stray cats in the Jing Residence's rear garden, naturally because White Ghost liked them.
With him here, Jing Li, who often came to play, need not worry about being bitten or scratched by