"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?"
