Chapter 759 - 591 Storming the Camp + - 592 No Great Future
"Having occupied the territories of three counties and on the verge of securing a fourth, who would have thought that the half-initiate disciple I met that day, who seemed neither scholarly nor martial and was utterly ordinary, would establish such a vast foundation."
Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover, nor can the ocean’s depth be fathomed. Alas, alas..."
Wu Changsong rode on horseback, lightly stroking his beard, and with a flick of his sleeve, shook off the dust from days of travel. He heaved a long sigh, his face a picture of wistfulness, though it was unclear whether he envied or truly mourned the situation.
"Master, this I do not understand. Clearly, Senior Brother Zhou has conquered such a large territory. His Qi Fortune must be as vast as the ocean, surely as endless as the Chang River flowing ceaselessly.
In such a case, the speed of his cultivation’s advancement leaves us in the dust... Why do you still not regard him favorably?"
Gan Xiaolu wore a perplexed expression.
She did not possess her master’s advanced cultivation or his robust physique. At the moment, she was practically sprawled over the horse’s back, with her ample, round chest pressing against the uniform of the Cloud Water Sect, distorting its shape.
Glancing at his disciple’s naive, innocent face, Wu Changsong’s eyebrow twitched, wanting to say something but finding it somewhat inappropriate.
The disciple had fine talent and insight, but due to her youthful appearance, even at eighteen years of age, she still looked a mere twelve or thirteen.
Her disposition was docile like soft dough, so the disciples of Diecang Peak treated her as they would their own little sister, indulging and spoiling her daily, thus fostering her naive character, unaware of the perils of Jianghu.
Wu Changsong, as an elder of Diecang Peak, had disciples, none too exceptional. Perhaps a few with decent wisdom and martial arts, but their natural talents were also quite limited.