Jiang Ming went into the Supreme Pagoda, and sat in front of Ye Qingxian. He made himself at home by taking up the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea. Then, he picked it up and took a sip.
"Living without worries, reading and drinking tea when not cultivating, is a good life too, isn't it?" Jiang Ming grinned.
Ye Qingxian was annoyed and rolled her eyes. "What about you try it yourself?"
"Most of my time I spend staying on the mountain. And I'm never bored. How's it, and thoughts?" Jiang Ming beammed.
"Thoughts?" Ye Qingxian started, and slightly upset, she said, "Are you prepared to help me solve my problem over there?"
"It's to be solved eventually!" Jiang Ming nodded. "Shall I kill all the Saints, or shall I force them to be your guardians?"
