Huan Shan responded, "Of course not. My father remembered the friendship with your father and told me to let you know that yesterdayâs events might escalate beyond control. He said heâs willing to help mediate only if you nod in agreement."
"What happened yesterday?"
"What you did at the Hundred Sects Alliance, why are you asking me?" Huan Shan couldnât help but add some weight to his tone.
"Ohâthen thank Uncle for me. But thereâs nothing to mediate here; Iâve never had the intention of currying favor with them."
"You..."
Huan Shan didnât expect Wen Ping to refuse.
Following closely, Wen Ping spoke again, "Huan Shan, say no more. I appreciate Uncleâs goodwill, thank him for me. I will definitely visit him to express my gratitude for his care over Immortal Sect this past year. Let me handle this matter myself."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Alright, then I wonât say any more. If you need help, remember to call me."
Huan Shan didnât continue, his physique of a strongman naturally came with a straightforward demeanor.
Although he didnât continue talking about it, Huan Shan still glanced disapprovingly at Wen Pingâs clothes and said, "Wen Ping, canât you dress a bit tougher? If you donât wear armor, at least wear some leather armor. Wearing something thin like paper, you wouldnât even make it through a small forest."
As he spoke, Huan Shan patted his chest armor, making a thumping sound.
Seeing Huan Shan show off his armor, Wen Ping felt somewhat helpless and instinctively touched his Immortal Clear Wind Robe.
Just as he was about to send this guy down the mountain to stop bothering him, he heard Yun Liaoâs voice from behind, "Sect Leader, everyone has been notified. They are on their way here, do you need me to do anything?"
"No need, just wait for me at the main hall." Then Wen Ping glanced at Huan Shan, "I have to get busy now. I will visit Uncle another day, remember to send my regards."
With that said, Wen Ping proceeded straight up to Tingyu Pavilion, gathered clothes packed with the Immortal Clear Wind Robe, and arrived in front of the main hall.
Soon, Yang Lele and the others were gathered there.
However, Huan Shan did not hurry to leave. He was observing the new disciples of Immortal Sect.
Wen Ping didnât mind him either; to him, Huan Shan was not an outsider. The Huan family and his familyâs friendship had never deteriorated. Immortal Sect managed to persist under the pressure of Kao Shan Sect, thanks to the Huan family.
The sect uniform was meant for everyone anyways, it didnât matter if Huan Shan saw it.
Wen Ping opened the wooden box, then revealed the clothes inside, saying, "This is the sectâs uniformâthe Immortal Clear Wind Robe. Each is priced at 1000 gold, I made two pieces for each of you."
"A piece of clothing for 1000 gold, whatâs going on?" Huan Shan standing nearby was startled, thinking to himself.
He was somewhat doubtful if he heard wrong, a single piece of clothing was more expensive than the set of armor he was wearing?
Seeing this, Wen Ping noticed Zhao Yi, without saying much, directly picked up two sets of clothes from inside.
"Zhao Yi, this is yours."
"Ah!"
Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, somewhat hesitant to go over and receive them.
"Your situation is different from theirs. This 2000 gold counts as your debt to the sect, pay it back in the future."
"Thank you, Sect Leader."
Zhao Yi nodded, though he felt it was odd to owe 2000 gold for two pieces of clothing, he still went over to take them.
Raising both hands to receive, yet his open hands did not catch the clothes, instead received a reminder from Wen Ping, "Hold them steady."
Zhao Yi nodded.
Wen Ping placed the clothes on his hands, at that instant, Zhao Yi was taken aback, staggering forward.
Fortunately, Zhao Yi reacted quickly, hurriedly gripping the clothes tightly.
Seeing this, Yang Lele and the others couldnât help but cover their mouths and laugh. When Zhao Yi came over, they quickly said with a smile, "Junior Brother Zhao, youâre too weak, you canât even hold onto clothes."
Zhao Yi forced a smile, rather embarrassed, "Itâs not me, itâs the clothes that are too heavy."
Upon hearing this, Huan Shan, watching from afar, broke into laughter. He thought the disciples Wen Ping recruited would be quite decent, but they couldnât even handle two pieces of clothing thin as cicada wings. This strength wasnât even as good as the kids he had feeding horses.
"How heavy can a piece of clothing be?" He murmured, then proceeded to leave Yunlan Mountain, shouting to Wen Ping as he was about to leave, "Wen Ping, remember to come find me when you have time, Iâll take you to the forest to hunt giant tigers and get you some tiger whip to nourish your body."
Wen Ping waved a hand, "Hurry up and leave if youâre going."
Everyone ignored Huan Shan and instead laughed at Zhao Yi; only Qin Mo, after witnessing the scene, became serious, handed Wen Ping two gold tickets, then held open his hands, watching Wen Ping slowly place the clothes in his arms.
"No way! Is it really that heavy?"
Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still startled by the weight, hurriedly channeling Qi to hold it steadily in his hands.
A gentle breeze blew by, and the Immortal Clear Wind Robe fluttered with the wind, light as a feather. Seeing this made Qin Mo slightly uneasy, guessing the clothes must weigh several hundred pounds, yet they seemed so light?
He had been on Flying Fish Island for so many years and had never seen such textile techniques?
From this, he surmised the clothes must be made from special materials, just like the cultivation fields of Immortal Sect.
Seeing Qin Moâs expression, Yang Lele and the others stopped laughing. It might have been possible for Zhao Yi to not be able to carry the clothes, after all, he was only at Body Refining First Layer. But Qin Mo, they knew from chatting last night, was at the Body Refining Eighth Layer Realm.
Eighth Layer and still couldnât carry two pieces of clothing?
Huan Shanâs intent to leave halted, and then he turned to look at Wen Ping.
With a glance, Huan Shan saw through Qin Moâs realm.
Higher than his, at least Body Refining Seventh Layer!
Brows furrowed, Huan Shan was puzzled, it was just two pieces of clothes, yet someone with a higher realm than him said they were heavy?
Could they be as heavy as the armor he had on?
This time, Huan Shan lost the urgency to leave and stood by the stairs to watch from a distance.
At this point, Qin Mo suddenly lifted one piece of clothing with a single hand and said to Yang Lele, "Senior Brother Yang, can you do me a favor? Take off your clothes and lay them under my feet."
Yang Lele directly refused, "Why? Why does it have to be my clothes?"
Qin Mo replied, "Senior Brother Yang, if you do, Iâll forgive you for eating my two Moonlight Dumplings yesterday."
Hearing this, Yang Lele smiled wryly, thinking: As if not taking it off would make him return the Moonlight Dumplings.
Even though he was reluctant to dirty his own clothes, he still took them off, because Zhao Qing and Huai Ye were already stripping them.
Once the clothes were laid out, Qin Mo lifted the Immortal Clear Wind Robe in hand to chest height and then released his grip.