Taishan was the same as ever—a portly figure with a mouth that never stopped talking.
But Wang Ping was different now. At the very least, he no longer had to worry about getting into trouble for talking too much with Taishan, so their idle chat became especially pleasant.
"Ningzhou Road might be a bit poor, but it's full of beautiful scenery. I even found a wild Earth Spirit Vein in the northern mountains! And the annual tributes from the Demon Race... it's more money than I can count."
As Taishan spoke of these things, the smile on his face grew wider. Then he turned to Zi Luan. "I have my Senior Brother to thank for getting to go to Ningzhou Road."
Hearing this, Zi Luan laughed. "If today wasn't Fellow Daoist Changqing's big day, I'd make you suffer for saying that."
"It's not like you'd see me on any other day!"
