Chapter 804: The Money Problem (I)
Inside the thatched hut, there were four elderly men dressed in varying styles sitting around a large square table. They were playing an intense game of mahjong. Beside them, there was a small table with pastries, dried fruits, and tea, but no one had the free time to eat. They were too engrossed in the game.
So this is what he meant by “searching for inspiration”?
The three guys from Mount Shu all grinned.
Thought you'd seek inspiration by contemplating some Dao essence or meditating on sword intent. Instead, it turned out that you spend your days playing mahjong. In that case, everyone in the Mount Shu Sect must be a master of finding inspiration.
Chen An whispered, "The other three elders are the sect leaders of nearby immortal sects. They're my teacher's regular ‘inspiration-seeking partners.'"
Then he stepped forward and bowed to the elderly man sitting in the seat situated to the east of the table. "Esteemed Teacher, I have some friends from Mount Shu who wish to meet you. They would like to make a request for your assistance."
The elderly man wore a gray robe with a purple lapel. His face was long and skinny, highlighted by his elegant, almond-shaped eyes that resembled those of a phoenix. His brows were knitted in deep concentration, exuding a fierce aura. He was, of course, the master of the Mount Zhong Sword Hut, Chen Buyan.
Upon hearing Chen An's words, Chen Buyan gave a slight nod and said, "Wait until I finish this round."
"Understood," Chen An replied, stepping back over to Chu Liang's group. "That's the most I can do to help. We'll have to wait for my teacher to finish this round."
"That shouldn't take too long," Chu Liang said nonchalantly.
"Their ‘one round' refers to a full rotation of that sundial over there," Chen An explained as he pointed at the courtyard, where a sundial stood and cast its shadow under the sun.