Chapter 8: Yellow Cow
“You’re grabby with your hands, Tubs,” Li Yao said. He picked up three dumplings with his chopsticks and threw them into his mouth.
“What do you mean?” Yu Han asked. He slurped his spicy braised beans, his face smoking red.
“You look like you want to throw that at someone.”
“Don’t underestimate throwing stuff.” Especially if it was piping hot soup. Aim for the eyes, and they’d be on the floor screaming.
Yu Han made popping sounds with his lips. The hot chilli seemed to cool his anger. He ignored the snickering from the other kids and made his way to the deck. Qiao Jinhao floated up.
What level is he? The hooded man mentioned something about Qi Gathering. Is that a cultivation realm name or something else?
With a wave of the cultivator’s hands, the gangway opened up, and a bridge extended down like stairs. There was already a line of fancily dressed nobles waiting at the pier. No one dared to make a sound. There were no dock workers around.
A portly man with a fu manchu stepped up. “Lord Cultivator. This one from Three Whiskers City welcomes—”
“Gather all under twenty-one,” Qiao Jinhai interrupted. “We shall conduct the talent test at the central square before the City God Temple, where the feng shui is the strongest.”