"As expected, your choices are your names."
"What about you, Lord Shou?"
...
As he landed on this desolate post-war crater, locking eyes with Ai Cangsheng from afar.
All the information about Ai Cangsheng that Xu Xiaoshou discussed with Li Fugui over wine beneath the tree flashed through his mind.
This even included the minute detail that Ai Cangsheng generally had two barefoot boys in white with him, handling different duties; one in the morning and the other in the afternoon, their job merely being to push the wheelchair.
The Flower Pavilion was already so powerful!
Li Fugui was already so excellent!
It was hard to imagine just how terrifying Fen Qin, who operated right under the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe's watch, truly was.
Looking back now...
The demi-saint Ai Cangsheng claimed to only watch, not act, yet that arrow he shot on that day, oppressing the weak, had traces to follow?
