Chapter 13: Stay or Go

The Sanyi Sect, great hall.

Zuo Ruotong sat at the head seat, and below him sat in order several disciples who held important posts within the sect.

"Senior brother, a couple of days ago I heard from the disciples that you've taken in a young man?"

The first to speak was a sturdy old man with a full head of white hair and beard, named Sichong.

Sichong was Zuo Ruotong's junior brother; ordinarily within the Sanyi Sect, apart from Zuo Ruotong, his standing was the highest.

"Does that young man have anything special about him? To think he could make you, Senior brother, make an exception and take him in."

In Sichong's view, although his own senior brother was a good man, he would absolutely not casually take in a disciple of unknown origin.

Just as back then, that son of the Sanyi Sect's great patron, Li Muxuan, still had to obediently go take part in the lower court trial.

Only the result—

Hearing Sichong's words, Zuo Ruotong gave a slight shake of his head and said in a calm tone: "That child merely has some Karmic connection with the Sanyi Sect."

As he spoke, without waiting for Sichong to press further, he looked toward the white-haired young man seated on the last cushion—Lu Jin.

"Jin'er, what do you think of that child?"

On that very day after agreeing to let Li Ang enter the lower court for the trial, Zuo Ruotong had had this disciple of his go observe Li Ang's every action.

Therefore, among the few people present here, Lu Jin could be said to know Li Ang the best.

Facing his master's inquiry, the white-haired young man's expression instantly turned strange.

He hesitated a moment, then tentatively offered his own opinion: "Master, these past few days that Li Ang chops firewood and carries water every day until evening, and only rests briefly when it's time to eat."

"And based on my observation—"

"He seems to be enjoying it."

At these words, the hall instantly fell into an odd silence.

Everyone present had secretly seen Li Ang before, and the feeling Li Ang gave them was that of a Young Master raised in the lap of luxury—after all, in this day and age, how could the skin of someone from a poor family be as fair and clean as his?

But now Lu Jin's words had undoubtedly made them fall off their chairs in shock.

"Is this boy's brain broken?" Sichong muttered unconsciously.

But very quickly, the old man realized something off about it: "Can his body take it?"

Chopping firewood and carrying water were no easy tasks; if he hadn't been cutting corners, then it could only mean Li Ang's physical fitness was absurdly good.

If he had already set foot on the path of cultivation, there'd be nothing strange about it, but the crux of the matter was that Li Ang was still just an ordinary person.

At least in the eyes of the few Sanyi Sect members in the hall, he was an ordinary person—after all, they did not know of the existence of the profession panel.

Thinking of this, Sichong unconsciously glanced toward Zuo Ruotong and could not help thinking to himself: "So this is why Senior brother was willing to take him in?"