Wen Yan looked at Qin Kun's rather smug expression, his face complicated, unsure what to say for a moment.
He knew there were quite a few Fuyu Mountain disciples who had gone down the mountain—after all, for decades, Fuyu Mountain had been taking in unwanted orphans.
These orphans were either weak from birth, or had various disabilities, and basically had no talent. Once they were raised, they became mountain disciples who left to make their own way in the world.
It was pretty much like graduating from Fuyu University and seeking your own fortune.
After all these decades, that number was quite considerable. If it hadn't been for Grand Uncle Master and a few Great Uncle Masters all saying not to go overboard—just live your lives well after descending the mountain, it's the thought that counts—
Chances are, during every holiday season, if even half of those disciples showed up, they'd fill Fuyu Temple to overflowing.
