Cultivation Nerd

I stared at the old man like a hawk, not bothering to hide my suspicion. The old goat met my gaze with a nonchalant look, but I wasn't going to drop the subject so quickly.

Eventually, he caved and said, "I have a way to convince the Sect Leader. He always keeps an ear open for those close to him."

What was that supposed to mean? That explained nothing!

But then I remembered this wasn't some stranger I had to shy away from, so I directly asked him, "Are you some secret big shot or something, old man?"

"Of course, I'm a big shot," the old goat admitted shamelessly. "I manage the outer sect's Cleaning Council, which oversees all the janitors in the outer sect. How else do you think I landed a cushy job like this?"

I recognized when someone didn't want to answer and let the issue drop in the name of our friendship. There was no need to push so hard.

The librarian's face visibly softened, the lines of worry smoothing away as if erased by a gentle hand when the old man promised to make the issue disappear. Relief washed over him, his previously furrowed brow relaxing.

He knew something… Something that reassured him the old man could somehow smother the Sect Leader's wrath.

Now, they had me all curious about the issue. If there was one thing I liked, it was knowing things.