Having calculated the southward speed of that Falling Mountain visitor during this transoceanic return journey, Chen Ping’an wasn’t in a particular hurry. He spent his time practicing the Sword Art Escape Technique. His figure transformed repeatedly into dozens of sword lights, traversing the azure waves. This technique allowed him to seemingly ignore the passage of time, to roam freely in the world, or rather, for all the sword lights to follow subtle currents within the river of time, akin to “walking on water,” entering realms as if one were in an empty place.

After tens of thousands of repetitions, Chen Ping’an finally reached a level of proficiency similar to Ning Yao’s initial display of the technique. Perhaps this was what they meant by “a clumsy bird flies early” and “diligence makes up for deficiency”?

Resting briefly on an island in the sea, near the land of Treasure Bottle Continent, Chen Ping’an squatted on a tree branch, cupping his hands and using a water spell. Clear water gurgled from his palms, and he splashed some on his face to wash it.

Xiao Mo sat nearby, her green bamboo staff resting across her knees, and said, “Young Master has excellent aptitude.”

Chen Ping’an laughed in exasperation, “Say fewer insincere things. Flattery doesn’t work on me.”

Xiao Mo said earnestly, “It is common sense that the same sword art will appear differently depending on the sword cultivator who performs it, and that there is a difference in skill level. The reason for this is simply that it is limited by the sword cultivator’s current realm. According to the senior who taught me sword arts, those who can draw the most true meaning of Tao from different sword arts possess a kind of hidden talent. Such cultivation is called ‘breaking through obstacles’.”

Chen Ping’an pondered, wiped the water from his face, and shook his hands, “Tell me more.”

Xiao Mo continued, “The quality of a sword cultivator’s aptitude cannot be judged solely by how quickly they learn swordplay in the initial stages. That is merely the difference between an ordinary genius and a mediocre person, and that understanding is too superficial. For example, when I use this sword technique, it feels naturally effortless, but it doesn’t improve my swordplay at all and doesn’t benefit my inner world. But it’s different for you, Young Master. That’s the deeper meaning of the ‘world’ of sword arts. Sword arts are ultimately lifeless, but the wielder is alive. To use an analogy, if I were to travel north with you, Young Master, and use this sword art, it would be like drinking alone, using my own spiritual energy as wine, without adding any pure sword intent. It would merely be an act of consuming spiritual energy. But when you unleash it, Young Master, you drink from the outside world, tempering your physique and increasing your sword intent. A sword cultivator’s staying power comes from this. You, Young Master, and that Zong Yuan from the Sword Qi Great Wall, may belong to this type of sword cultivator, full of resilience, accumulating strength for a later burst. As time passes, the path will become wider and more flawless.”

Chen Ping’an nodded and smiled, “This explanation is very refreshing.”

It seemed that Xiao Mo and Immortal Lord Jia, in terms of chatting idly, appeared to be on different paths, but in reality, they were following the same principle that all paths lead to Rome.

Xiao Mo was silent for a moment, then gently caressed the green bamboo staff and said with emotion, “Many so-called obvious cultivation geniuses, the faster they learn, the more they miss. Perhaps they can compensate and cover it up with more sword arts and divine abilities, but eventually, when they stand outside the door, the amount of Tao that each cultivator’s inner world can contain is still limited. Then, when the final bottleneck arrives, it becomes as difficult as ascending to heaven, and they will encounter obstacles everywhere and suffer greatly.”

“This is why Xiao Mo, Bai Jing, Yang Zhi, and Zhu Yan were able to ascend to the Ascendant Realm so smoothly, and why it is so difficult for them to break through the Ascendant Realm bottleneck. It’s because we walked too fast on the path to ascent, we pursued visible and tangible realms too much, and we neglected the intangible absorption of Taoist intent, missing too many things that we should have paid more attention to. Because deep down, we don’t believe in this, or rather, we only believe in sword arts and Taoist techniques, and we refuse to believe in ourselves.”

There were both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was that Ascendant Realm cultivators from the Savage World were recognized by all the worlds as having the highest lethality. The disadvantage was that the number of demon race cultivators who reached the Fourteenth Realm was always lower than that of human race cultivators in the other three worlds.

Chen Ping’an said, “That last sentence has a lot of meaning.”

Xiao Mo said, “Therefore, whether we are now performing sword arts or displaying immortal magic, it is a form of memory and retrospection. Young Master and Zong Yuan are not like that. Every step they take is a solid ascent and a distant view, looking both at the road ahead and the road they have traveled.”

“Of course, compared to Bai Jing and me, Zhu Yan and Yang Zhi are inferior in terms of cultivation aptitude.”

Chen Ping’an said, “I’ll have Cui Dongshan relay your cultivation insights to Chai Wu, Sun Chunwang, and the others. I believe it will be very useful.”

Xiao Mo smiled, “I already discussed this matter with Chai Wu and the other children on the Wind Kite Ferry. They all seemed to have listened. However, these abstract principles probably need to be combined with their own cultivation hurdles, and with personal experiences, so that they can truly chew and digest the principles.”

Chen Ping’an nodded, “There are no exceptions.”

There’s an old saying: “If you want to know the path to climb the mountain, you must ask someone who has descended it.”

Damn, it seems only geniuses can talk to each other.

Chen Ping’an smiled casually, “Maybe you’ll soon be reunited with your old friend Yang Zhi, because he made a big deal with me and regained his freedom in the Confucian Temple and will participate in the dredging of the Great River in Tongye Continent.”

Xiao Mo and Qing Tong were not exactly old friends, but they had only met briefly. However, Xiao Mo and Yang Zhi were true old friends.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mo turned to look at his Young Master, but could not discern any emotions or ripples in his Dao Heart, so Xiao Mo suppressed his doubts.

Suddenly, Chen Ping’an’s mind stirred, and he immediately pulled out a talisman from his sleeve. His smile instantly brightened, and his aura changed completely, as if he were a different person.

This made Xiao Mo breathe a sigh of relief.
Chen Ping’an held a grand talisman in his hand, its paper originating from Wu Shuangjiang of the Night-Voyaging Ship. Back then, Wu Shuangjiang gifted Cui Dongshan and Jiang Shangzhen a total of four “Transcendent Verdant Records,” priceless treasures once used by Daoist sects like the Divine Edict Sect of the vast world to “invite the Jade Capital Master to descend.” Their rarity was self-evident. The method of drawing the talisman was taken by Cui Dongshan from the mysteries of talismans, called “Manifest Talisman.” It only required two people to each hold one, but if the distance between the two was too great, such as crossing continents, it would be like a dry brush and faint ink, and the text would become extremely blurred. Furthermore, this kind of “family letter” had a significant delay in sending and receiving. The text presented by the talisman was a unique “ghost script” created by Cui Dongshan. Currently, only Chen Ping’an had seen the book, so even if this talisman fell into the hands of others, it would be like reading “celestial scripture.”

Chen Ping’an put away the talisman and stood up, smiling, “Xiao Mo, I need to return to Immortal Capital Mountain for a while. I need to see a senior, and I’m in a hurry to travel, so I’ll need to use the Three Mountains Talisman. You can return to the Ruo Po Mountain and wait for me.”

Earlier, when they left the Demon Suppression Tower together, Qing Tong had already noticed the clue. Chen Ping’an held the Three Mountains Talisman to travel far across mountains and rivers, yet he did not consume his own karmic merit. It was indeed the Three Mountains Talisman from the “Jade Book True Traces,” but the person who drew the talisman was the same as the auspicious words Old Scholar sent on the red envelope. Chen Ping’an had a rough estimate from his last return to Immortal Capital Mountain that he could use it eight times if he did not cross continents, and at most three times if he did. Xiao Mo had learned the Three Mountains Talisman, but it was not advisable to use up all three times so early. Therefore, Chen Ping’an planned to return to the Azure Lotus Sword Sect alone.

Xiao Mo hesitated and said, “Should I accompany you, Young Master?”

Chen Ping’an smiled, “It’s only the time it takes to burn three incense sticks, and I’ll be choosing two familiar mountains, Taiping Mountain and Pu Mountain. What could possibly go wrong? Don’t worry. After returning to the Ruo Po Mountain, I’ll still use the Three Mountains Talisman, and I estimate that I’ll arrive in Huaihuang County around the same time as you.”

*I’m not worried about myself, I’m worried about you, Xiao Mo!*

Xiao Mo pondered for a moment and nodded, “I will stop here and look out over the two mountains near Tongye Continent. If there are any accidents, Young Master only needs to summon his flying sword. As soon as the sword light appears, I will arrive immediately. After the time it takes to burn three incense sticks, I will continue my journey and hurry back to Ruo Po Mountain. Young Master doesn’t need to rush too much either. With Mr. Zhu on the mountain, it shouldn’t be a big problem if Young Master returns a little later.”

Chen Ping’an nodded vigorously, “Definitely no problem.”

Xiao Mo curiously asked, “Which senior is visiting the Azure Lotus Sword Sect that is worthy of Young Master’s such solemnity?”

Because whether it was the Ruo Po Mountain’s establishment ceremony or the establishment of the Azure Lotus Sword Sect’s lower sect, there were very few people who could truly make Mountain Master Chen Ping’an personally appear to entertain them. Even the Dragon Tiger Mountain’s non-bloodline Grand Celestial Master Liang Shuang, an old immortal on the mountain, or Pu Mountain’s Ye Yunyun, a martial arts grandmaster who suppressed half a continent with her fists, Chen Ping’an did not deliberately show much enthusiasm. Therefore, General Yao Zhen of the Great Quan Dynasty was perhaps the only exception. Chen Ping’an had previously left Immortal Capital Mountain specifically to find that Great Quan ferry boat traveling north.

As for Liu Jinglong, Zhong Kui, and Zhang Shanfeng, they were too close to Chen Ping’an and were considered peers, so they didn’t care about these formalities.

Chen Ping’an smiled, “It’s Senior Song from the Jingling Mountain Shrine in Treasure Bottle Continent.”

Xiao Mo suddenly understood. No wonder Young Master was making such a big deal out of it, even willing to use up two Three Mountains Talismans directly.

Through the Ear Report God Xiaomi Li, she learned that Young Master had met a senior in the Jianghu who liked to eat hot pot and consult the almanac before going out on his first trip to the Sword Qi Great Wall.

The content of the letter Cui Dongshan sent on the talisman was very simple: Song Yushao of Shushui Kingdom visited the Azure Lotus Sword Sect, heard that Mr. was not on the mountain, came and left, and did not report his identity.

The immortals on the mountain attained eternal life and immortality, maintaining their youth, and could even revert to childhood in the Immortal Realm, choosing an appearance that matched a certain “age.”

However, the aging of old friends in the Jianghu was irreversible. The next time young people went down the mountain and walked the Jianghu, some old people might no longer be around.

Originally, Chen Ping’an planned to return to Treasure Bottle Continent this time, besides entertaining Bai Jing, he would go to three places: Jingling Mountain, Xianyou County, and the Caifa Academy in Hongzhou Yuzhang Prefecture.

He would definitely go to these three places, and when traveling far, besides the Caifa Academy, he planned to stay longer in the other two places, and not be so rushed.

Chen Ping’an held the Three Mountains Talisman and appeared directly at the foot of Taiping Mountain.

On the site of the Ancestral Hall on the mountain peak, a dazzling sword light had been shining for a long time, its sword energy soaring into the sky.

This was Huang Ting’s style, equivalent to announcing to many mountain immortal residences in the northern part of the continent that anyone who dared to target Taiping Mountain again would be challenged by her with swords.

Chen Ping’an followed the rules, lit three sticks of mountain incense at the foot of the mountain, and paid his respects to the Three Mountains Nine Marquises, whom he had never met.

Earlier, Qing Tong had revealed a secret in the Demon Suppression Tower, that among the “Ten Heroes of the World” from ancient times, there were only four candidates, including the Three Mountains Nine Marquises, the founder of talismans.

Chen Ping’an glanced at the sky. There was an ancient sword suspended in the air, its sword energy like a thin, snow-white waterfall hanging in the air, pouring down on the top of Taiping Mountain, condensing and not dissipating.

If Huang Ting sacrificed a natal flying sword to create the same scale of phenomenon, it would consume too much of her mental energy, and she would not be able to sustain it for long.

This object seemed to be an ancient sword immortal’s relic that Huang Ting brought back from the Colorful World. According to Huang Ting, she casually picked it up from an unknown mountain and river secret realm.

It belonged to a spiritual immortal weapon that actively recognized its master. Huang Ting was originally just joining in the fun, but the ancient sword of immortal weapon grade leaned towards Huang Ting, and she had no choice but to accept it.

This was, of course, a completely different scene from Chen Ping’an’s “leaving home with his ancestral well” when he carried such a large caisson on his back at the immortal mansion ruins in the Northern Ju Continent.

No wonder Jiang Shangzhen had such good luck, and Huang Ting’s deep blessings were praised as the two great wonders of Tongye Continent.

Moreover, the disciple Huang Ting accepted in the Colorful World was also her first disciple, and that little girl was the first “native” born in the new world.

Huang Ting’s unintentional action was something that even Cui Dongshan and some Yin-Yang families, who had long planned for it, could not obtain even after hard searching.

On Taiping Mountain, there were currently only the mountain master Huang Ting and two enshrined guests, Yu Fushan and Guo Ran, with the Daoist name “Dragon Gate.”
Even Tan Yingzhou had left his master, choosing to follow Zheng Youqian on that Wutong Ferry, journeying with Ye Yunyun and the others to Pushan for exploration.

Chen Ping’an walked barefoot to the mountain peak and discovered a newly built immortal residence made entirely of white jade, a courtyard with two sections, undoubtedly the work of the immortal Guoran.

Yu Fushan sat on the steps at the entrance, noticing the figure in green robes. He simply smiled and clasped his fist in greeting. Chen Ping’an returned the gesture and stepped over the threshold. He found Huang Ting and Guoran busy inside. An antique desk was covered with numerous documents and files that Huang Ting had taken from a Mustard Seed world item, along with copies of the Ancestral Hall’s landscape records. Huang Ting had been almost forcibly taken away from Tongye Continent by the Old Celestial and the previous Mountain Lord of Taiping Mountain to go to the Five Colors World. Now, returning home, she needed to re-establish the boundaries of Taiping Mountain. Some of the vassal mountains that had belonged to Taiping Mountain in the past had either become independent, re-exchanging land deeds with the restored local dynasty, or had fallen into other hands, replaced by batches of immortal abodes establishing sects and founding their own Ancestral Halls. Huang Ting needed to contact them one by one.

Chen Ping’an stood by the entrance. Huang Ting looked up and said in annoyance, “I am the Chief Guest Elder of the Green Breeze Sword Sect, and you will soon be a Registered Honorary Guardian of our Taiping Mountain. We’re not outsiders, what are you being so reserved about?”

Only then did Chen Ping’an move a chair and sit next to the immortal Guoran. They were kindred spirits and didn’t need to exchange polite pleasantries, simply nodding in acknowledgment.

Huang Ting leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. She said with a headache, “If it weren’t for Guoran’s help, I’d be completely lost, not knowing when I’d be able to truly rebuild the Ancestral Hall. Our Mountain Guardian at the entrance is also a good-for-nothing.”

Yu Fushan didn’t take it to heart, laughing heartily, “Willing but unable, ashamed, ashamed.”

Huang Ting was so beautiful, every frown and smile full of grace. Whatever she said was right.

Chen Ping’an smiled, “The capable are always burdened with more work. With Senior Longmen here, strategizing and planning, the revival of Taiping Mountain is just around the corner.”

Huang Ting smiled and looked at this young Ancestor of a lower sect, who was also a Registered Honorary Guardian. Mountain Lord Chen, shouldn’t you show some gesture?

Chen Ping’an said knowingly, “I have already written a booklet, but there are still many details that need Cui Dongshan’s help to supplement. I believe it will be sent here in a few days.”

Huang Ting nodded. Only when faced with the situation did she realize the worries. Countless things needed her personal attention. She realized how difficult it was to be a competent Mountain Lord.

Chen Ping’an picked up a ledger on the table and flipped through it casually, asking, “Huang Ting, I still stand by what I said before. If you need immortal money, there’s still a lot of readily available Grain Rain Coins in Luopo Mountain’s accounts. I can lend them to you, with interest, not a free loan.”

According to Jiang Shangzhen’s estimation, if Taiping Mountain wanted to restore even thirty percent of its former glory, just thirty percent, filling the void of the spiritual energy of the thousand miles of mountains and rivers would require about three to four thousand Grain Rain Coins. Luopo Mountain’s treasury could easily take out about fifteen hundred Grain Rain Coins, no problem, to help Taiping Mountain overcome its immediate crisis.

Huang Ting shook her head, pointing to the Mustard Seed world item on the table, smiling, “Forget about borrowing money, money is easy to repay, but favors are hard to repay. There are some natural treasures inside this Mustard Seed world item, take a look first, just to feast your eyes. They’re all things I’ve scavenged from the Five Colors World, all sorts of odds and ends. I’m not proficient in identifying treasures, whether you take them or not depends on your intuition. If I had known I could return to the Great Azure World so soon, I would have taken more. Looking back, it’s like I wasted two ancient secret realms for nothing, it’s my own fault. When you go down the mountain, just take the Mustard Seed world item with you and help sell them. Nowadays, the three continents of Tongye, Baoping, and Fuyao are all lacking in this, they’re hot commodities. Mountain Lord Chen is also known for having many friends in the mountains. After the sale, ninety percent of the profits go to me, and ten percent go to you, how about it? If we’re talking business, the split isn’t unnegotiable, like twenty percent? Anyway, I don’t care how you fleece people, find suckers. The higher the price you sell them for, the more Mountain Lord Chen gets.”

Chen Ping’an wasn’t pretentious, storing the Mustard Seed world item in his sleeve. “Then it’s settled, ten percent for me. Rest assured, I’ll help you ask for a high price. After it’s done, I’ll return this item, with a ninety-ten split.”

Yu Fushan joked, “Hidden Official Chen is planning to take advantage of acquaintances?”

Chen Ping’an stood up, flicked his sleeves, moved the circle chair back to its original position, and smiled, “I’m very familiar with Fellow Daoist Fushan.”

Yu Fushan immediately shut up.

Chen Ping’an clasped his fist in farewell. Guoran suddenly stood up, “I’d like to chat with Mr. Chen for a while.”

Huang Ting looked at the documents and files on the table alone, sighing. She needed to find a suitable candidate for Sect Master as soon as possible, she was really not good at handling these matters.

Chen Ping’an pulled Yu Fushan along for a walk.

Chen Ping’an said, “Fellow Daoist Fushan, the opening of the great canal in the central Tongye Continent may require you to take time out of your busy schedule to divert many rivers and tributaries. As a reward, Fellow Daoist Fushan will be able to travel the new great canal legitimately in the future, without any objections.”

Although Yu Fushan was not familiar with administrative affairs, he was not lacking in interpersonal skills, saying, “I may be busy, but can’t Hidden Official see that? Taiping Mountain is one of the initiators of the opening of the great canal. Logically and emotionally, I won’t shirk any responsibility. Afterwards, transforming into a Flood Dragon by walking the river, please calculate a price for this great favor, whether it’s a few immortal coins, just say it, and don’t be polite with me. On this kind of matter, Huang Ting and I have the same temperament, we can owe money, but not favors. I’ll say the ugly things first, I don’t have much savings on me now, I’ll pay back as much as I can at that time, and the rest, please help me pay it first, and I’ll make it up later. Anyway, it’s all counted as my personal debt to your Green Breeze Sword Sect, not on Taiping Mountain’s account.”

Chen Ping’an smiled and nodded, “Helping to open the great canal is also considered Fellow Daoist Fushan paying off debts with labor. I’ll help calculate this clearly. In addition, Fellow Daoist Fushan can familiarize himself with the mountains and rivers along the main channel of the great canal in advance, killing two birds with one stone.”

Yu Fushan asked, “Did Hidden Official plan this long ago?”

Chen Ping’an complained, “How can you say I planned it? It makes me seem ill-intentioned, and Fellow Daoist Fushan also seems to be getting taken advantage of.”
Unexpectedly, Yu Fushan used a self-destructive move, “If I were smarter, would I have been hiding in a small place all these years, guarding a store and waiting for death to avoid disaster? It’s not strange that I was slaughtered like a pig by the scheming Chen Yinguan.”

Yu Fushan didn’t give Chen Ping’an a chance to ridicule him with strange words. After discussing the business, he quickly bid farewell and left.

The setting sun was like a blazing fire someone lit on the horizon, burning the sea of clouds a fiery red.

Amidst the misty beauty of mountains and lakes, life’s joys should be savored in youth.

Indeed a celestial being, youthful in appearance, with a peach wood hairpin in his hair and a dark-colored Daoist robe.

Chen Ping’an smiled, “Thank you for your hard work, Senior Longmen.”

Indeed smiled and said, “I only did my best, nothing to mention. Master Chen’s dedication and ambition towards the rebuilding of Taiping Mountain are beyond my comparison.”

For some reason, he always felt that this Master Chen, who was said to have never set foot on Taiping Mountain in the past, had long considered himself half a Taiping Mountain cultivator.

Chen Ping’an jokingly said, “Senior Longmen and I are both honorary offerings. Then, next time I travel to Tieshu Mountain in Zhongtu Shenzhou, I probably won’t be turned away.”

Indeed said, “I might stay here for a few more years, but I will write a letter to my Senior Sister. At that time, she will prepare a welcoming feast and an honored seat.”

Thousands of miles of land, devoid of human habitation. Standing tall and gazing into the distance, one can only feel a sense of loneliness.

At sunset, the hardest thing is to climb to a high tower.

Indeed said, “Having something to keep busy with is actually a good thing for Huangting. It can distract him.”

Therefore, Indeed would deliberately let Huangting make decisions on many trivial matters that were not crucial. It was not simply because Huangting was the Mountain Master and he was the Offering.

Deliberately making things difficult for Huangting.

Chen Ping’an softly said, “When you’re done with the busyness, you’ll feel a little more at ease.”

Wu Shuangjiang’s Suichu Palace was known as the “Den of Youth” in the Qingming Heaven.

Is this Taiping Mountain not the same?

Chen Ping’an planned to give away the “Dan Shu Zhen Ji” as a gift for the completion of the Taiping Mountain Ancestral Hall. According to Lu Chen’s previous statement, the book’s material itself was of high quality. If over a thousand characters were refined into it, it could just support a grand Luo Tian ritual, serving as Taiping Mountain’s protective formation. However, since this book was a gift from Li Xisheng, Chen Ping’an naturally needed to ask Li Xisheng. So he asked Lu Chen to pass on the message. Coincidentally, Li Baoping, who was visiting Qingping Peak, mentioned this matter and said that her brother seemed to know about it and that it was okay.

Li Xisheng also said that he would definitely come to Taiping Mountain when the time was right.

And this Li Xisheng, who was temporarily a Confucian disciple, was one of the three manifestations of Kou Ming, the Great Headmaster of Bai Yujing, and happened to be the Patriarch of the Taiping Mountain Daoist lineage.

When the previous Taiping Mountain Master advanced to the Heavenly Sovereign realm, he burned incense and prayed for the descent of the divine. However, he failed to see the “arrival” of Great Headmaster Kou Ming at the Ancestral Hall, which he considered a regret.

Chen Ping’an bid farewell to Indeed and was going to Pushan next.

Indeed cupped his fist and smiled, “Master Chen is a true and pure Confucian. His discourse and reasoning are practical and grounded, with genuine learning, never strange or eccentric.”

Chen Ping’an said with an awkward expression, “I really don’t deserve Senior Longmen’s praise.”

Wan Shi Zhai, the daughter of Pushan’s Law Enforcement Elder Tan Rong, was a renowned bookstore both on and off the mountain in Tongye Continent.

Among the ferry stewards of the Vast Sky, there were several small “cliques” of familiar and like-minded old cultivators. They would occasionally chat idly through a private Mirror Flower, Water Moon, and also exchange resources. In this way, they often created several new avenues for wealth out of thin air. Previously, Tan Rong had arranged with the stewards of two foreign intercontinental ferries to help purchase two calligraphy books from a certain sect in Aiai Continent at a high price. Although they were definitely not the extremely rare and now overpriced first editions, they were still a good supplement to his collection. However, today, Elder Tan took the initiative to open the Mirror Flower, Water Moon, but remained silent about the matter. He sat upright behind a table, on which were placed two newly acquired seals that were very conspicuous. However, Tan Rong did not take the initiative to mention them, waiting for someone with keen eyes to ask.

After a long period of idle chatter, someone who recognized the goods finally asked, “Tan Rong, are those new seals on the table? Let me take a look at the inscriptions and see if your seal carving skills have improved or regressed.”

Tan Rong smiled and turned the seals around to show the inscriptions on the sides and the names of the engravers, not in a hurry to show the seal marks on the bottom.

For a moment, the Mirror Flower, Water Moon fell into a long silence.

Because the engraver’s name was “Luopo Mountain Chen Ping’an”.

As a result, someone took the lead and said with great certainty, “Fake!”

Someone echoed, “Old Tan, why bother?”

Someone sighed and clicked his tongue, “Tan Rong, Tan Rong, you’re willing to throw away all your dignity for a little bit of vain fame. It’s not worth it. We all know each other well. This kind of charade of pretending to be someone you’re not is meaningless.”

Tan Rong was furious, but he glanced at the door and quickly stroked his beard and smiled, without any trace of anger. “What great timing!”

An old intercontinental ferry steward who had participated in the first Spring Banner House meeting on Daoshan crushed several snowflakes of money and threw them into the Mirror Flower, Water Moon, saying in a deep voice, “Tan Rong, don’t do this kind of thing. It’s taboo. I only know your character and the reputation of Pushan, otherwise, with my extraordinary friendship with the new Hidden Official, I would definitely bring up this matter at the next wine table after a few drinks. Do you think I don’t recognize the new Hidden Official’s handwriting? The inscriptions on the sides of these two seals are weak and powerless, clearly more feminine than strong. Who are you trying to fool? If I have the chance in the future, I’ll take you to the city to see the characters carved by the Hidden Official… Ah, Hidden Official?!”

This old Nascent Soul stage steward had once received an extra errand with a younger Golden Core stage female ferry owner, allowing him to record the minutes of the meeting at Spring Banner House.